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LORD HEALEY 



OTHER POEMS 



BY 



SYLVESTER GRAHAM VANCE. 




MAK SMALLTOWN: 

S. G. VANCE. 

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Entered according" to Act of Cont^ress, in the )'ear 1890, by 

SYLVESTER GRAHAM VANCE, 
In the Office of the Librarian of Contircss at \\'a.shin":ton 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE. 

Dedication 5 

To THE Public 6 

Invocation 7 

Advertisement 8 

Lord Healey 9 

Prelude 9 

I.— The Meeting 13 

II. — Bard Gaius 16 

III. — The Conference 22 

IV. — The Cortege 26 

V. — Healey Towers 31 

VI. — The Camp 39 

VII.— A Morning Combat ^6 

VIII.— Eric Court 53 

IX. — The Witch of the Cheviots 59 

X.— In the Marsh 64 

XI. — Eric's Cavalcade 71 

■ XII. — Gaius, at Temple-Grot 74 

XIII.— Battle of Loch na Doon 82 

XIV.— Re-Union 103 

XV.— Elegy On the Death of Eric 1 1 1 

Interlude 119 



contents. 

Miscellaneous — 1 25 

The Comrade Brave 127 

The Ocean Wave 131 

Bunker Hill 133 

Neighbor Hodgson's Wedding-Day 135 

A Thanksgiving Ode 173 

Meet Me In the Lane 181 

The Stripe and Star. . 183 

O Bryant 187 

Our Fallen Brave 193 

Fragments 199 

Quatrains 201 

Notes 203 

Addenda 227 



DEDICA TION. 

TO 

MY WIFE, 

THE PARTNER AND CROWN OF MY MANHOOD ; AND TO 

MY ONLY SON, 

THE JOY OK THE PRESENT AND THE HOPE OF THE 
FUTURE, IS 

THIS VOLUME, 

FREICHTED WITH MANY FOND WISHES FOR ITS SUCCESS, 

MOST AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED. 



ro THE PUBLIC. 

In presenting this, my first work, before the reading 
public, I hcive no apology to make for such temerity in so 
doing; as I inteiid to launch my poetical bark upon the 
broad ocean of public o})inion, without a desire to curry 
favor with any one, nor with a disposition to avert any un- 
due criticism that might be made upon this volume: for 
even if I should have a hope of attaining either of the fore- 
going objects by advancing an apology for its publication, 
I would not do so. I do not send these children of my 
brain into the cold, pitiless world as mendicants, but as 
those who are able and willing to give a just and fair 
equivalent for value received. But should the public think 
otherwise, it will be all very well and good : they (my 
works) must stand or fall, according to their merits or de- 
merits. I ask no favors or conditions: all I request is a 
full and impartial hearing, letting the results be what they 
may. Yet, trusting in the Benign iNhLUENCE, who 
guards and directs everything, that IIe will smile upon 
these efforts and scatter blessings in their pathwa)', I now 
give forth the best fruits of the first fourteen years of my 
mature life, knowing full well that if I do not attain suc- 
cess, I shall at least try to deserve it. 

Respectfully, 

The Author. 



INVOCATION. 

Go, little volmnc, and meet the 

Cold, bitter taunts of the throng, 
Go, on thy mission so sweetly. 

And gather the laurels of Song : 
Tho ' many shall often deride thee. 

And others on thee ever frouni, 
Take courage, my Heart, and beside thee 

Shalt Victory stand xvith his eroivn! 

For friends ivill arise to uphold thee, 

And sunshine icill scatter the gloom 
That strove in the dark to enfold thee. 

And herald the day of thy doom : 
So T riumph, most sure, is aioaiting, 

O Heart, for thy coming so long, 
To give thee thy meed, consecrating 

Thine hopes in the realms of Song! 



ADVERTISEMENT. 



Lord Ilealey is a fictitious character, wlio is supposed to have lived in the 
latter days of chivalry, when the human mind was just emerging from that dark- 
ness of iijnorance, superstition and cruelty in which it had been enveloped by the 
night of the Mid,dle Ages. From being formerly a tributary prince of King Erie, 
another fictitious cliaracter, who ruled over Britian, he at length revolted aud virt- 
ually became a dictator to him; not, however, until after he had made many suc- 
cessful attempts at insurrection, which were caused by the injustice and tlie un- 
reasonable demands of the monarch, who never fully recognized the independ- 
ence of Ilealey's i>eople, but who always considered them as his subjects risen 
in rebellion against him, notwithstanding the treaties that he had signed, which 
took cognizance of such recognition. In fine, the i'oem throughout hangs upon 
the theme of Libeity, Equality aud Justice, in contradistinction to Tyranny, 
Inequnlity and Injustice. This is the burden, or morale, of the Ode. But there are 
many incidents in the career of Lord Ilealey as warrior, prince and monarch, that 
I desire to dwell upon: and as it was impossible to arrive at this consummation in 
one Poem, and not have it weary the reader, so it is that I propose, at an early day, 
God willing, to i)roduce ihe finale of the piece under the title of Llewellyn, therein 
describing his career while the sovereign of a large nation. Otlier than this, the 
two Poems will explain themselves. 



LORD HEALEY 



PRELUDE. 



The measured march of centuries, 

Thro ' Time and blight and mighty wars, 
Proclaim not those sublimities, 

Once witness'd by the regal stars: 
Great deeds of heroes, brave and true. 

Which thrill'd the daring souls of men, 
Have faded ; and we only view. 

But dimly, acts that mark'd them then: 
So thro ' the varied years of strife. 

We see the ancient cities shine 
Likewise in all the arts of life — 

In palaces and temples fine; 
Tho ' 'neath those arches, broad and vast, 

Resounds the heathen's monotone. 
Who worships an ideal cast 

Of sculptured iron, wood or stone. 



LORD HEALEY. 

Just shame that such a thing has been ! 

That nations in their fawning pride 
Should spread afar a savage scene 

Of blood and idols, well allied ! 
Yet in that wild and golden age, 

When death and rapine fiU'd the world. 
There still would rise some hoary sage, 

By whom was FREEDOM'S flag unfurl'd ; 
And with a Hector's " matchless might," 

Would overthrow foul TYRANNY 
Amidst the bolts of clanging fight. 

Where she had reign 'd o'er land and sea. 
O thousand feats that were achieved 

In days agone ! ye only seem 
A dot in hist'ry, and believed 

A mystic, strange and wand 'ring dream! 
What tho ' those half-forgotten times 

E'er cherish 'd wrongs and petty spites, 
Still here and there, they are but chimes 

From passions of those fearless wights, — 
Whose glory was the battle-field, 
And for the trophies it would yield, 
When knight and charger heap'd the ground 
With dead and dying, strewn around : 
Then highly beat the valiant's heart 

Within his deep and manly breast, 
When for a great and glorious part 
In daring deed and stragic art. 

He'd won Tuisco's warrior-crest ! * 
As in the old Nema^an games,t 

Each champion on his fiery steed 



PRELUDE. i: 

Contested for a trifling weed, 
Compared to what was truly FAMES; 
But in his fancy seemed it 

With honor and with strength imbued, 
While Wisdom's fair and flashing wit 

Could not suffice his warring mood. 
Ah ! strange it is, but stranger still 
Are all the notions of the will ! 
Whatever ClilVALRV can do, 

Men bow before it passively. 
Nor counting all the pains which grow 

From out this fount of misery. — 
Let scented incense, breathing fire. 
E'er strike the poet's classic lyre, 
And swell the joyous, glad refrain 
Throughout his wide and rich domain; 
Ay: let him sing of divers climes. 

Of noble and the plebian race, 

W^io've hurl'd the lance or sway'd the mace. 
And deck'd the Greek and Roman rhxnies 
With all the grandeur of their times 
And not the shadow of their crimes! 
Who've scorn 'd, to fear the elements 

Of raging conflict, loving well 
The burning flame of such events, 

Of which the coming years would tell: 
Yet will I sing an ode to-day, 
With fitting thenhe for any lay, 
Of him who rear'd his banner high 
For Love and TRUTH and Liberty ; 
Who poised aloft his shining star. 



LORD HEALEY. 

And thro ' the riftuig clouds afar 

It could be seen, — that badge of light, — 

To guide the nations now aright ! 

Oh ! true as steel to God and Man, 

He bade the slumbering world arise. 
And led to struggles in the van, 

Where lay proud Vict'rv's glowing prize 
Where joint EoUALiTV could find 

A resting for her weary feet 
Upon her mountain-throne, enshrined 

In Peace's plumes and sav'ries sweet. 
Such were his patriot traits sublime, 

Of whom I sing with fervor strong, 

Who earn'd the psans of a song 
On gory fields, suppressing crime ; 
Who built upon a shatter 'd throne 

A government of far renown, 
Which common-sense and valor won, — 

Well worth}' of a golden cnjwn ! 
Then, hail with shout and loud 'acclaim 
This leader of enduring name, 
Who storm 'd the battlements of Wrong, 
And gave to Man free use of tongue: 
A use to advocate the laws, 

Or crush them, as his reason taught, 
When injured Justice, lurking flaws, 

Pervaded them in every thought. 
So let us raise a chant to-day, 

As we speed down the fleeting hours. 
For him who open'd Freedom's way, 

And Uved and died in Healey Towers I 



THE MEETING. 

I.— THE MEETING. 

Far-slanting o'er the heathy downs, 

The morning-beams appear ; 
They fill with light the leafy crowns 

Of ridges, far and near. 
So sweetly does each plantain look. 
Greensward, and running brook, 
That things alike, created new, 

Blend softly with the azure sky. 
Which thrill the spirit thro ' and thro,' 

Like Beauty's flashing eye. 
As in a magic mirror's face, 
We see the glowing trace 
Of Nature's self, her many charms, 
Embraced in MORNING'S arms: 
Yet o'er this scenery, brooding lone, 

There comes a sudden change, 
Which hushes Nature's droning tone 

Within the vision's range; 
But what increases a surprise 

More vivid and complete, 
Than when CREATION'S fair emprise. 
With all her wondrous subtilties. 
At Man's approach in meekness lies. 

Drooping toward her feet ! 

'Tis now a horseman, armor'd knight, 
That mars this lovely scene. 

Fresh for some fierce and deadly fight. 
Or friendship, true, serene. 



13 



LORD HEALEV. 

He lifts his casque — alights, to drink 

The lapping water cool, 
Which ushers from a hidden sink 

Beneath the bubbly pool ; 
When, quickly starting to his feet, 

He grasps his barbed spear, 
And listens to the ringing beat 

Of footfalls, drawing near. 
Not long this waiting, for beyond 

The crystal-flowing mere. 
Just where a hill her robe has donn'd, 

Down by the lakelet clear, 
And coming 'round a smoothed curve. 

Where lie the pebbles white, 
There rides without a pause or swerve 

A gaudy, gallant knight. 

Advancing to the rippling stream, 

He hails the other free: 
" Where now, my Lord ? Thou doest seem 

A rover, verily." 
Lord Healey, with a cold reply, 

Returns his warm salute:* 
" Sir Gerald of the falcon's eye 

Is wise, and not a mute." 
" Why speaketh thou thus icily 

To one who lov'st thee well? 
The one who's struggling manfully 

To break the tyrant's spell ; 
Yet hearken, noble warrior bold, 

And hear the news I brine: 



THE MEETING. 1$ 

King Eric hath his troops enroll 'd, 

And on thee means to spring!! 
Beware ! and heed my warning words, 

Ere it shouldst be too late ! 
Let Healey soldiers, Healey swords, 

Seal Eric's certain fate ! " 
" 'Tis well! " replied Lord Healey, stern: 

" If Eric thinks to quell 
The Border heroes, he will earn 

His pall and parting knell ! 
And furthermore, most RoYAL Sir, 

Give him this message soon : 
That if he will his steps bestir, 

And cross the Loch na Doon, 
I swear before HiGH HEAVEN to-day. 

His bloody corse to fling 
Into its dark and muddy bay, 

Whence scaly reptiles spring ! 

" Adieu ! and hasten swiftly back 

Unto the caitiff's court,! 
Where all the blackest of the black. 

And vilest now resort ! " 
With this he turn'd, and leapt upon 

His prancing charger near. 
And in a moment more was gone 

Far on his wild career. 
" Cursed be Lord Healey evermore ! " 

Fell from Sir Gerald's lip, 
As he beheld him gallop o'er 

A hillock's rugged tip: 



i6 LORD HEAI.EY. 

" Yes ! curses nine upon his head,§ 

Who dared address me so, 
When at his word I wouldst have bled, 

Nor vvreck'd each level'd blow ! " 
In wrathful heat he wheel'd about, 

And sped upon his course, 
To join the gay and brilliant rout 

Of Eric's sturdy force. || 

II.— BARD GAIUS. 

As o'er the rugged ground he took his way, 
His thoughts as boding as the cannon's bray, 
Lord Healey utter 'd forth his fuming wrath, 
While on he sped in the recumbent path : 

" Aha, Sir Gerald ! thou hast been betray 'd 
By thine own cunning in yon forest glade : 
The inmost chambers of the heart can hold 
But little pretense, that will not unfold 
Before the searching gaze of eyes that see 
The artful scheming of thy villainyl 
'Twas well I stopt thee, going to the Towers, 
Since thou wouldst tell of my recruited powers ; 
For Healey 's withering strength shalt be known. 
When least expected, in their glittering town ! " 

So on he mutters in his fiery mood, 
When all at once within a little wood, — 
There at his right, — swells out serenely-clear 
A minstrel's song, in MusiC'S atmosphere: 
SONG. 
" Blest songters of Morning, 
O beautiful bowers, 



BARD GAIUS. 17 

When Love is a-dawning, 

Make gladsome the hours ; 
Ye seem to our nature 

The emblems of JOY, 
Whose ev'ery fond creature 

Is free from alloy. 

" How gayly we've wander 'd 

Your fields of the Past, 
And lovingly ponder'd 

Affections, and vast, 
That bound us together. 

My lassie, and I : — 
Sing, birds of yon heather. 

Where Jeannie doth lie ! " 

There was a pause of the melodious notes, 
And from the twanging harp the music floats, 
To die throughout the wooded aisles along. 
When sounds the harpist's gentle Angel-Song : 

" Looking towards our gracious HeaveN, 

There we see the spirits dwell 
Happy in our Christ forgiven, 

Where the living FOUNTAINS well ; 
Where the GoOD and Righteous ever 

Live in blest security. 
By the EVERLASTING River 

Flowing to the JASPER Sea. 

There, O there, on hights eternal. 
Will we see the glories shine 



5 • LORD HEAT.EY. 

With a radiance supernal 

'Round the Savior most divine! 

" O the shining seat of Jesus, 

Breaking on our 'wilder'd sight, 
In the time when He will see us 

Kneeling Tore His throne of white: 
Crystallized with jewel 'd splendor, 

How it sparkles, how it glows, 
Far more than the Iris tender. 
With its many-color'd bows! 

There, O there, on hights eternal. 

Will we see the glories shine 
With a radiance supernal 

'Round the Savior most divine! 

" Soon we'll see it, O ye nations! 

Ever ever see it fair. 
Blushing sweetest, meet oblations 

On the Son and godly Heir ! 
O thou Heaven, blessed Heaven! 

We are waiting for the time, 
When our earthly bands are riven. 
To be usher'd in thy clime ! 

There, O there, on hights eternal, 

Will we see the glories shine 
With a radiance surpernal 

'Round the Savior most divine! 

A soothing quiet fell upon the ear, 
As ceased the cadence of the music clear: 



BARD GAT US. 

Now soft, then grand, and swelling in its tone, 
Arose this anthem for a hero gone: 

SONG. 

" Rest to-day, O fallen hero. 

Where we laid thee long ago, 
When our ranks were rent asunder 

By the fierce and cruel foe: 
Where the blood in flowing ripples 
Coursed the ground on either side, 
There we laid thee, — meekly, lowly, — 
In the shades of eventide. 

Rest today, O fallen hero ! 

Where we laid thee, long ago. 
When our ranks were rent asunder 
By the fierce and cruel foe ! 

" Howl ye winds and seething torrents 

O'er his cold and clammy bed ! 
Ye can nevermore disturb him 

On the field where thousands bled ! 
For his march of Triumph's ended 
On this world's great battle-plain: 
Low he lies beneath the cover 
Of the vintage of the slain ! 

Rest to-day, O fallen hero ! 

Where we laid thee, long ago. 
When our ranks were rent asunder 
By the fierce and cruel foe ! 

" Cease your weeping, friends and brothers, 
For the hero laid to rest; 



20 LOkD HEALEV. 

He has gone to join the anthems 

In the Home among the Bless'u. 
No more anguish shalt beset thee, 

O thou fallen, lying low ! 
Reap the laurels, red with carnage. 
For thy spotless, marble brow ! 
Rest to-day, O fallen hero ! 

Where we laid thee, long ago, 
When our ranks were rent asunder 
By the fierce and cruel foe! " 

Another pause: then o'er that lonely wild 
There ' rose a strain of passions undefiled, 
Which floated sweetly on the waiting air. 
To sway its hearers with its fragrance rare: 

" Speak boldly and fluently, sons of our land, 

In the cause of your liberty, — worthily, grand, — 

That patriots may guide us, wherever we be, 

As kings of our country, and lords of the sea ! 

Arouse, all ye freemen ! once more to unite 

The tribes of our freedom with Honor and RiGilT, 

So enemies either to peasant or thane, 

May witness the growth of old Albin's domain ! 

" Right onward we'll bear her dear banner and crew, 
O'er depths of the ocean, a storm-batter'd few, 
And hail them with joy on her Highlands afar, 
The pride of our being, our mystical star ! 
Go forth, O ye warriors, with buckler and spear. 
Where valorous DUTV now calls you, to rear 



BARD GAIUS. 21 

Her ensign of Glorv and Peace to the world, 
That nations may see the dread minions downhurl'd 

*' Press on, noble Healey, our champion and friend ! 
Thou'lt see us in safety thro' to the end. 
Or die while the battle doth over thee rave, 
In calmest devotion that fitteth the brave; 
But struggle for FREEDOM: our aim it is just ; 
And God will e'er help -those who fully HlM trust: 
Then rally around our blest standard this morn, 
O fathers of legions and peoples unborn I " 

Here ended were the music, spell, and all 
The subtle feelings of the blissful thrall. 
Which bound the soul in gyves of roses, blown 
From spheres ethereal that no mortal's known. - 

At last Lord Healey, with a giant's will, 
Threw off the burden which was clinging still 
About his senses, when he did exclaim: 

"This is Bard Gains of the poet's fame! 
But why he chooses in this lauding way. 
To flatter Healey in his stirring lay, — 
Or does he mean it? — that I can not tell: 
Yet what he sayeth in this woody dell 
Is true in spirit most remarkable! 
And of this harper nothing's ever told. 
Save that he's wrinkled, bushy, gray and old, 
Who dwellest near an hjdeous, ancient moat. 
Whence on the breeze his strains seraphic float : 
Still, none have courage to approach the spot, 
Nor tread the precincts of his sacred grot, 



2 2 LORD HEAT.EY. 

For fear that evil will their paths attend, 

And curse their lives where'er their steps may wend ! 

But, let this pass as Fancy's train of thought ; 

' Twill melt as surely as a thing of naught, 

When placed before a nobler, wiser mind, 

That scorns such folly in the human-kind ! 

Yet I wilt heed his glorious precepts rare. 

And put in practice anything that's fair: 

Brave deeds I've wrought,- but greater far than they, 

Will actions be when villains would our freedom slay ! " 

III.— THE CONFERENCE. 

A SECRET carried in the weary breast 
Needs tender guarding ' round its hidden way. 
Lest some bold traitor, with satanic crest. 
Uncovers treasures to the light of day. 
We have seen men who would devoutly pray. 
Reveal a thing that must enwrap in gloom 
The trusting friend, who fell a ready prey 
To hypocritic wiles : a meaner doom 
Than death in battle, where we equal chance assume. 

Ah ! fiend and robber of the brightest joys. 
How canst thou hope to enter Jesus' home. 
When thy vain life is spent in lies and noise. 
In getting others with thyself to roam? — 
To roam together, till the darken' d tomb 
Unveils the Angel with his vial of death, 
Which'U sink their souls in everlasting gloom: 
Such is the hypocrite, and such the fate. 
That lead to dismal horrors in Gehenna great ! 



THE CONFERENCE. 23 

Thus with Lord Healey when we see him now: 
He thinketh not that in a score of feet 
There's one in watching" who may give a blow 
To all his planning which is near complete. — 
He hastens forward to receive and greet 
The knight, Sir Javan, an unfailing spy, 
Who brings his news upon a palfrey fleet ; 
And soon he's heard approaching rapidly 
Towards our Healey and the lurking enemy. 

Soon Javan's stately form appears to view, 
Clad in the armor of the troublous time, 
With scarf, for motto, of the purest blue, 
Flung loosely o'er his mail of clanging chime ; 
With graces rare, that the poetic rhyme 
Could scarcely note each lofty, winning charm 
That clung so close to him ; no pantomime 
Could ape his actions, which were glowing warm 
With all the virtues of a nature void of harm. 

He comes, and bends his heaci in rev'rent love 
Before Lord Healey, whom he holdeth dear; 
He speaks in tones that are but just above 
The merest whisper: "' h^or," said he, " this fear 
Is of the kind that men should prize and wear. 
Which far exceeds the pomp of glittering show : 
Because a foeman might be list'ning near ^ 
To gain intelligence, and thus wouldst know 
His strength, his weakness, and his meditated blow." 

So, for an hour hold they converse'close ; 
Each bidding each on his self-guard to be. 



24 LORD HEALEY. 

In shunning oily tongue, which wily goes 
To sap a secret with the greatest glee, 
Till millions own it in the lengthen'd "we!" 
They do not part, but ride still farther on, 
Whence Javan came across the lovely lea; 
And lo ! they yet are barely past and gone, 
When forth there creeps'a watcher from behind a stone ! 

He eyes them slyly as they disappear 
Adown a knoll, unconscious of the look, 
Or ev'n the presence of the vulgar bear. 
Whose evil spirit death can only brook: 
His face, — bold, brazen, — like an open book. 
Might now be read with ease in various ways. 
If any person would the pains have took 
To deign a glance to see his features' plays, 
That show'd obnoxious meanness to the searching gaze. 

Now, with gigantic strides he cuts across 
The bend that's formed in the curving road, 
To where it turns into a long-used fosse: 
When there he stoppeth, to review his mode 
In weaving fell designs, with which to load 
His victim with conceit, till he will ope 
His mind and plans to him who seemeth good: 
Far better would it be for both to grope 
For years in blinding war without a ray of hope! 

Oh ! soon, how soon, the ringing hoofs beat loud, 
As near and nearer does Lord Healey come. 
Not dreaming him who was of insight p^'oud, 



THE CONFERENCE. 25 

Could be entwined around a dastard's thumb! 
Ah, hush ! be still ! let every thing be dumb, 
When Love and Country are in peril dark! 
Let bees forget their busy, droning hum, 
And birds and beasts forsake their aims, and hark 
To cries of anguish'd pain from Freedom's foundering 
bark! 

With languid mien he walketh, strolling slow. 
The while he's trying his false look to hide; 
He welcomes Healey with a servile bow, 
Which is a role he only acts aside. 
He speaks: "What! hast my LORI) OF RlGirr de- 
fied 
The hordes that pester heathy wold and dale. 
And dared the FURIES of these regions wide. 
With but protection from his lance and mail. 
When awful Death's abroad with diabolic wail?" 

To whom Lord Healey in his fiery tone: 
" Dost Urban wot I am a coward vile, 
And at the sound of strife to shake and moan. 
Like babes bereft of mother-care and smile? " 
The other answer 'd in his soothing guile: 
" ' Twas but a jest ; and, noblest earthly Lord, 
/ wouldst not doubt thee for this kingly isle. 
Or jewel'd fortunes princes have and hoard. 
Which thrill beholders with bright Eldoradoes stored." 

"Well hast thou spoken. Urban, true and tried; 
And for this reason Lit disclose to thee 



26 l.oRD HEy\LEV. 

My hopeful fancies, and my cares beside, 
Which haunt me whither I may tend, or flee." 
And now he whispers in a manner free, 
His many objects that he's wont to hide. 
While this mean traitor's drinking from a sea 
Of purest faith in Friendship's glowing tide, 
In which no baser nature ever strove to 'bide. 

He hears hov/ Healey ventures on his j)lan. 
To fill with terror all King Eric's brood. 
If they should bother, and with wrongs, trepan 
The rules and measures of the bad or good : 
Oh ! blest it is in Sorrow's interlude, 
To find one being that may faithful prove; 
But ah ! when in ra\'ing, madden 'd mood. 
We trust a villain who can ne\-er love. 
What then deep troubles in our startled sight will hove! 

'Tis finish 'd: Urban parts. in silent joy 
With him who trusted, and who thank 'd, believed ; 
Now his black heart in future bliss, — alloy, — 
Is full)' sated with the breasts aggrieved. 
Before he could not tell, when unperceived. 
All of the facts that were in bearings straight ; 
And so he practiced false, and thus deceived : 
With this sad knowledge of a rival state. 
Sir Urban hurries off to Eric's palace-gate. 

IV.— THE CORTEGE. 

'Tis sunset. All the skies serene 

Seem wedded with the stretching plain. 



THE CORTEGE. 27 

As if their bright and glorious train 
Held sweet communion with its green. 

A silence, hush, pervades the air; 
Not leaf a-tremble, warbled note, 
Cometh to break the scenes remote, 

Which meet the vision over there. 

A crowd has gather 'd by a stream. 

Where sounds the solemn funeral dirge, — 
Commingled with its crooning surge, — 

That greets them like a frightful dream ! 

Now moving forward, they at length 

Fall into an unsever'd line. 

From where the breakers heave and shine, 
To where yon mountain rears her strength. 

" O sadden 'd ones, whom bear ye now ? " 
Outspake a sturdy, valiant knight. 
Who'd ridden from the sunset light. 

And saw these people, weeping low. 

" O lordly Healey, we bring here 
Sir Roland of thy faithful band. 
Who was the couns'lor of our land, 

Pierced thro ' and thro ' with pointed spear ! 

" 'Twere ruthless Eric's barb'rous men. 
Who did this deed of hellish spite: 
To arms ! to arms ! and let us fight 

These miscreants down to bonds ayain ! " 



LORD HEALEV. 

The cry rang out with heat and force, 
Which echo'd far on still)- wind, 
And was retaken up behind 

The mountain streamlet's dizzy source. 

At motion from Lord Healey, they 
Relapsed in a breathless calm. 
To hear him pour his soothing balm 

Of comfort on their t(^ilsome wa}- : 

" Stop, sons of Freedom ! hear me speak- 
Where are King Eric's skulking men, 
Who must be very near us then. 

Whence they could wrath on Roland wreak? 

" Where did ye find him, wrapt in blood. 
And mangled in this horrid style?" 
They, fiercer: "It is just a mile. 

Within yon dim and distant wood ! " 

" What ! dared they beard the lion's jaw, 
To come so close and do this deed, 
WHiich more becometh Satan's creed, 

Than they who own God's righteous law? 

" By all that's holy and most high, 
I swear to crush the viper's head. 
Or fall in Battle's blast instead, 

While striking for sweet LIBERTY ! 

" I little care: but this I swear. 

By Earth below and Heav'n above. 



THE CORTEGE. 

rit yet the death of Eric prove, 
Since he has sent his men, to dare 

" And cross the Hnc we made before, 
When we held treaties times agone ! 
And now they're roving here upon 

Our ridgy loch and shingly shore, 

" When well he knoweth we decreed 
That yonder stream to be the bounds, 
Which keep each one's respective ground: 

Inviolate from the other's greed. 

"But it is wondrous Javan's eye 

Fail'd to detect their murd'rous quest, 
Altho' he is the wiliest, best. 

In ferreting their villainy; 

" And still he could have miss'd it here, 
As any would have, doubtless, done: 
King Eric sent his spearmen on. 

After he'd left the royal peer, 

" And this alone accounts for it. 
Why he knew nothing whatsoe'er 
About their choosing to appear 

In this sad form, with beacons lit, 

"To fire the breasts of Freedom's sons. 
Who were not born to be the slaves 
Of tyrants o'er their fathers ' graves, — 

Those fathers, who, like Titan Huns, 



29 



3o LORD IIEALEY. 

" With matchless vvji^or most subUme, 
And valor .of the truly great, 
Uprose to glorify the STATE, 

And leave their fame to aftertime, 

" In those old wars with might}- kings, 
When Hercules and Achilles* 
Obtain'd rewards, with just decrees 

Of prowess bold. Creatiox sings 

" Of thisc and them with fond delight, 
As o'er historic fields of yore 
They fought thro ' floods of reeking gore, 

Where wars' billows swell'd their hight, 

"To sate AMlilTlox's fierce desire, 

Which burns on Honor's altars wide: 
So with our wills and these beside. 

We'll soon erect their arches higher. 

"Just now I think Sir Gerald spoke 
The truth, whate\'er was his aim. 
When he professed to proclaim 

The olden treaties exer broke. 

" But rit dismiss the thought of him, 
Who seem'd to wish me goodl)' speed. 
As one who \\ilt his country lead 

Into Perdition's chambers dim !" 

Then, louder, he said unto them: 

" Bid heralds sound the trump of war. 



HEALEV TOWERS. 31 

And let the vassals' power unbar 
The bolts and chains that press the hem 

" Of this, our home, and childrens' home, 
Where River Doon in glory flows. 
And where at present time our foes 

Are hast'ning to a lasting doom ! " 

When straightway there arose a cry, 
Which echo'd wilder than before. 
Of " Fight we for our blessed shore. 

And God will give us victory !" 

With this, and others, they take up 

Their line of march to yonder mount, — 
They, who had drank from ' bitter 'd fount, 

Now thirsting for the STRUGGLE'S cup. 

V.—HEALEY TOWERS. 

Deeper fall the lengthening shadows over beauteous moor 

and dale. 
Making all their shrouded curtains for the earth a sable 

veil ; 
Shutting day-light out in darkness, as the fleeting moments 

go, 
With the ebb and tide of hours in their ceaseless, onward 

flow. 

Slowly rounding crag and cliff-wall, does the concourse up- 
ward toil, 
Winding thro' a narrow tunnel, in its many sinuous coil. 



32 LORD HEALEV. 

And emerging thence in mid-clay, as it trul)- may be said, — 
For the Ughts that shone with brilliance at the turning- 
point ahead, 

Threw a halo of their brightness on the towering hight of 
rock, 

That had rear'd its hoary summit in some former earth- 
quake shock. 

Where, with column'd arch for door-w ay, it now furnish'd 
barricade. 

With an iron door dependent, to \vhoe\er might in- 
vade ; — 



Didst the party, from the darkness, scarcely reach this 
sunder 'd place, 

When there ' rose a song and chanting midst a thousand 
bugles' brays, 

And which swell'd along the breezes in a hoarse, discord- 
ant shriek. 

That it startled to wild screaming ravens o'er the cloud}' 
peak: 

" Peace, O Peace, thou shining seraph, must we bid thee 

fly away, 
And to court thee, never court thee, till a happier future 

day?" 
Thus they chanted holy, holy, in a high and piercing air. 
Whom this new surprise of trouble had awaken 'd to a 

care. — 



HEALEY TOWERS. t,^ 

Threading past the gorge that's rifted thro' the bastion'd 

mountain-base, 
Which extended from the tunnel to the door, when open 

space 
Met the eye in all its grandeur, rising to a widen 'd plain. 
Where Lord Healey's granite TowERS stood in silent, 

stern disdain 

To their foes, however numerous, or their siege, however 

long : 
Still they could repulse the assaults 'pon their fortress, 

founded strong, 
And in spite of storm and tempest that may shake the 

very ground, 
Yet they're shielded well and safely in their rock-wall 'd 

homes around ! 

Now there streams a lurid signal, mounting up into the 

sky. 
Sending forth a jet of sparkles in its mad velocity: 
Then careening in the heavens like an eagle on the wing. 
It gives warning to the nations of a CONFLICT'S mut- 
tering ! 

Soon another speeds, with hissing, in a rushing, headlong 
flight, 

And so on, until the rockets stud the starried summer- 
night. 

And the sentinels on the surface of the broad horizon's 
rim, 

Shoot the answers to their signals in the purple hazes 
dim. 



34 LORD HEALEY. 

But at length they see the cortege moving to the TowERS 

vast, 
Guided by their ruler, Healey, on his charger, riding past 
Groups of warriors, women, children, who were nearer to 

the arch. 
When he made his first appearance, heading this funereal 

march. 



Right and left they greet him warmly, but their voices 
turn to grief. 

When their glances fall on Roland, who was rank'd as sec- 
ond chief: 

Naught could be more solemn-quiet than this strange, 
tumultuous throng, 

Who have been a-singing warfare in a patriotic song. 



Then dismounting, Healey enters portals to a chamber 
grand. 

Where their councils and proceedings, kept to guard their 
youthful land. 

Have been holden with precision twice or thrice through- 
out the year, 

That their seers might have leisure to dethrone all inward 
fear, 



Which compell'd the kings and kingdoms, in the reigns 

forecast of old. 
To reUnquish FAITH, RELIGION, when their liberties were 

roll'd 



HEALEY TOWERS. 35 

Midst the turmoil MALICE sprouted, and which triumph'd 

in the end 
In promotinij^ evil wishes 'gainst each FREEDOM-PRIZING 

friend ! 

O the rigor that is needed to uphold a country's cause, 

When the cold, Medusa tyrant f sweeps with eager, grasp- 
ing claws. 

Everything from mortals common, and who gluts his 
rav'nous taste 

With the fruits of full abundance, scatter'd by his blighting 
waste ! 

Foul it is for men of ig'rance, not alone for men of mind. 

To oppress the very creatures who are human to their 
kind : 

How can God forgive their doings to their underlings of 
earth, 

When they call on HiM for mercy, and not granting MER- 
CY'S worth ! 

O thou loving " Anr.A, Father," keeping us paternally. 
Help us ever in our struggles on this side Etermty: 
Yea, O Father, and thou, Savior, hear us, as ye heark'd 

to them. 
When their Bark of Hope was drifting toward thy gates, 

Jerusalem ! 

Great afflictions have been given, saith the poet, sagely- 
wise. 

Which revert to great affections, molded ' neath an angel's 
guise : 



36 LORD HEALEY. 

So with those who fill'd the hallways of the castellated 

Towers, 
Who were, mostly, meekly folded in those vivid, blossom- 

hig powers. 



In the chamber that they enter 'd was a throne of spotless 

white, 
Equal to the Iris-splendors of a glittering stalactite: 
Rising, falling, blending sweetly with the opalescent room. 
Draped in hues of glowing diff'rence to the deathly corse 

and plume. 



O'er the flagged stones of marble trod our Healey, with 
his peers. 

To the throne and gilted trappings, frequented by office- 
seers, 

Who revise the laws when proper, — as to suit the public 
need, — 

With the sciences ' teachings meet for governmental speed ! 



" Order! " is the thunder 'd mandate, sounded on the ears 

of those 
Who now crowd before their chieftain, listing to the news 

he knows : 
He commands: "Let warders challenge any one who 

dares to tread 
In the pathway thro ' the tunnel, where the valley's stream 

is fed 



IIEALEV TOWERS. 37 

" By the spring betwixt the TowERS and the distant- 
flowing loch, 

Where the mountain's giant structure seems its hquid 
waves to block : 

B)' that pathway foes must charge us, for no other way is 
had 

To molest us calmly anchor'd from their depredations bad. 

" Rouse the lancers, soldiers, archers ! Let them raise aloft 
their arms ! 

Why should they, when peril's certain, mope in stricken, 
vague alarms? 

Go, — then go! Rouse knights and yeomen to their in- 
stincts, duties true: 

Let them gird their loins and battle for their sacred homes, 
and you ! " 

When he paused, outspake a baron, full of scarred valor 
bold: 

"Wilt Lord Healey save my daughter, who's within the 
wolfish fold ? 

She was purloin 'd there thro ' venom, father'd by her loath- 
some hate. 

Who is Eric, and him only; but he's braving future fate, — 

" As Fve sworn a vow to throttle Eric or his cursed brood, 

That may come anear my manor, standing in her solitude ! 

I am old, and therefore weaken 'd, else Ldst join thy favor'd 
knights,t 

Who are happy in their manhood to enjoy such fierce de- 
lights." 



38 LORD IIEALEY. 

" I wilt mind th}' daughter, Cecil, whom, they say, is fair of 

form. 
And rit rid her beaut}''s dower of this meanest earthly 

worm : 
Be assured: when Healey's promise liath been granted, it 

remains : 
Nothing then canst be subtracted, nothing then its force 

detains. 

"Now to Roland: get him read)' "gainst the breaking of 

the morn, 
For we'll have to soon embalm him in our memory forlorn: 
Sad wert yesterday's misfortunes on our patience, love 

and health, 
But the dawning of the morrow may, perchance, bring 

Freedom's wealth." 

As he ceased, four stalwart soldiers bore Sir Roland, neatly 
drest, 

Up the room, and ritual service was immed'ately exprest ; 

When completed, they took, softly, him they silently be- 
wail'd, 

7\nd consign'd him reverently in the church-}'ard, iron- 
rail "d ; 

And above his tomb the\- chanted In-mns of lofty spirit 

strong. 
While the unquench'd bla/.e was burning on their country's 

deadly wrong: 
O the poignant, tortured feelings sweeping thro ' their 

bended frames. 
That can nevermore be lifted under Eric's tyrant-claims ! 



THE CAMP. 39 

" Sleep, O sleep, our martyr'd hero, where the zephyrs 

sport at will, 
And the hawthorn's whiten 'd blossoms bloom about the 

trickling rill : 
A)'; and dream the dreams of HEAVEN, dwelling joyfully 

to-night 
Far away in regions fairer than have caught this dazed 

sight ! " 

Sad and sore were tender farewells render "d to the cher- 
ish'd dead. 

In the fast-receding gloaming, meeting Morning's light- 
some red : 

Long they linger' d ; but when Dav-LIGHT show'd her 
glorious lucent gold, 

They retraced their footsteps backward, leaving Roland's 
charnel-mold. 

VI.- -THE CAMP. 

Where ruddy camp-fires glow between 
The weeping-willow, eglantine. 
There rests within his tent serene. 

In quiet ease. 
Sir Urban, on whose whim will lean 

Lord Healcy's peace. 

But ever and anon his mind 
Must show its working, — visage-lined, — 
That tells of feelings unreiign'd. 
However much 



40 LORD HEALEV. 

He strives, with force, to evil-bind 
His Being's touch 

From contact with the pure and good: 
Still, still that inner Being's God 
Calls to him in the seething flood 

To quit his place: 
His nature's better voice hath woo'd 

His failing grace. 

Vet instantaneous as this is, 
His willful passions rise, I wis. 
For now there flits, instead of bliss, 

Across his brow, 
A burning flush of Anger's kiss. 

Which shows that how 

These messengers of ruthless power 
Can crush the fragments of an hour 
Of Jov and Hope, like Battle's lour 

O'er daring hearts. 
That rush into the lists, as dower 

To Mars' darts.* 

He can not lie: he springs from out 
His silent tent, and glares about 
In savage rage upon his rout. 

Around the fires. 
As tho ' they were his foes, who flout 

Him and his sires. 



THE CAMP. 41 

He Stops — retraces then his steps : 
But here Apollyon's strength o'erleaps f 
All finer senthnents, and sweeps 

The good away : 
With mutter'd curse he onward keeps, 

Nor dares to stay, 

For fear that CoURAciE, iron'd brave, 
May falter in the Lethe-wave, J 
Which hems him on the outer pave 

Of blank DESPAIR: 
He loves: his prize is girlish Naive, 

Bright Beauty's Star. 

He rushes to a tent apart. 

Where Cecil's Naive, in mind and heart. 

Is brooding o'er the bitter smart, 

Inflicted sore 
Upon her, when, with wily art. 

Sir Urban tore 

Her and her parent from each other. 
And in his place, her wrath to smother, 
Fair wealth he offer'd, nofe as brother, 

But husband's own; 
Which she declined, preferring t'other 

Condit'nal boon. 

That he had threatened: wishing death 

Instead of blasphemy of faith. 

Or all which hollow Mockery's breath 



LORD HEALEY. 

Entails on life, 
Witii clirc acceptance of the path 
Of injured — wife ! 

Sir Urban enters with a jeer: 

" How now, sweet miss? is it thro ' fear 

Thou sittest trembling, cow'ring here, 

Or tender love ? 
Which is it? Deatii-()K-Life, the peer 

Of Heav'n above?" 

" Nay, sir; O neither! Better far 
Hadst I ne'er known of blighting war, 
That strides the land with scimitar, 

Than beest here : 
Tho ' men do say Fame's only star 

Is Glory's spear." 

" Thou'rt right in mortal's aim — but one: 

With me, ' Fame's only star' is fun 

' Tween strength and strength in battle won, 

Compared to thee, 
WHio art my GluRY's star and sun 

On field or sea ! 

" Believe me : I wouldst fight and bleed 
For thee and thine ; more fitting meed 
Couldst not be granted ! Pray, give heed 

To my desire : 
Relinquish chagrin, and recede 

From thy sad ire. 



THE CAMP. 43 

" Hast chosen, fairest? or, wilt thou 

Persist in taunting me to vow 

That sick'ning oath I made 'lore now. 

If thou'dst reject 
Myself and fortune, that can bow 

All in respect ? " 

" No ! villain ! " rising to her feet, 
And standing beautiful and sweet, 
" I'dst rather die, ere I wouldst greet 

Thy like for lover! 
No! Rather, rather wouldst I let 

The waves sweep over 

" Myself upon the ocean's bed, — 
In joy with watery Neptune wed,§ 
Than by thyself to treasures led 

As husband, wife! 
For thou from Honor's side hath fled. 

And Glory's strife! " 

" Take care ! " "I mean it, traitor-hound ! " 
" By Heaven ! I'lt bring thee safely round ! 
"Thou never canst, thou basely found 

In wicked deeds ! " 
"Then die the death, and blest the wound 

Such sorc'ress needs ! " 

" All very well; but Eric claims 
My person, too; while Urban aims 
To place me, not as favor 'd dames, 



44 LORD HEALEY. 

In Battle's van, 
Because unlike a brute, that tames 
At touch of man." 

" No matter: if thou'It never be 
Mhie other self, the trampled lea 
Shalt furnish every thing to thee 

For battle-shroud ; 
King Eric's eyes shall never see 

Thy being proud ! " 

"O man! O cruel!" gasped Naive: 
" ' Tis true: I'lt see thee in thy grave, 
Ere him thou hopest soon wilt save 

Canst ever come: 
" Be ready: Hell's own liquid wave 

Shalt be thy home ! " 

In spiteful spleen Sir Urban goes: 
He sings a stave of truth, he trows. 
Which sounds like fateful doom to those 

It may concern : 
'Tis this: and all Apollyon's foes 

His wrath can learn : 

" Sing, sing Maro,! 

Of proud Satan's reign ; 
Sing, sing Maro, 

Of his writhing pain ! 
In the fiery prison 
Of hell-bought derision. 



THE CAMP. 45 

Gladly wilt he gather 

From the Heav'nly Father 

Myriads, at his beck: 
Then, O then, wilt Satan 
E'er his people rate on 

Fury, to bedeck ; 
And the burning trials, 
(3ut of deadly vials. 
Shall enrich his glory — 

Glory evermore: 
For it's told in story 
That he loves to worry. 
Harass, mock and flurry 

Victims, gone before. — 
This is true to nature: 
Every mortal creature, 
Large, or small of feature, 

Shalt his bounty taste 
Either here or after! 
Fill'd each leaden rafter 
With a demon's laughter 

In the lurid waste ! 
While the damn'd still living 
7\re in silence giving 
Alms to Hell in driving 

In Sir Urban's foes: — 
Hi:i,L, his imps and subjects, 
Shout, — O horrid objects! — 
At grim Satan's projects, 

W^here the furnace glows: 
Singing, ' Hellish devils. 



46 LORD HEALEY. 

In the grimy revels, 
Guard your sacred evils 

From all hands but ours: ' 
Singing, ' O thou Maro, 
O thou learned Maro, 
Tell thy people, e'er oh ! 

Of Apollyon's powers!' " 

VI/.—A MORNING COMBAT. 

Brkiiit are the dews upon the grass; 

The rising sun's refulgent beam ; 
Gay, whisp'ring of the winds, that pass 

With wavy dimples o'er the stream ; 
The "sights and sounds" of earth appear 

Lost in a trance, so still is all, 
Till birds, arising here and there. 

Begin to pipe their matin call. 

How fair is Nature! Living green 

Encircles furze and woody glade 
With charms, that every year is seen 

Renewing what our God hath made; 
'Tis Virtue, on her spotless throne, 

Is gazing at the 'proaching MoRN, 
That comes to show her beauties lone 

In whiten'd splendors of the dawn ! 

How can I well describe thy views, 

() Nature, goddess of our world? 
The shining of thy pearly dews, 



A MORNING COiMBAT. 47 

Like banners to the litjht unfurl'd ; 
The nodding of thy sturdy oaks, 

Thessalian growths of IJritain's isle,* 
Resoundmg v/ith the cawing rooks. 

That come for many a weary mile I 

O for a Thomson's facile pen, 

To note and tell thy glories grand, 
Told in " T he Seasons,^' knowledge keen,f 

In brilliant [paintings of the land; 
Or Tenn)'son's descriptive word,t 

That mighty paiiiter's vivid line, 
Couch'd in a Tapper 's,§ active-stirr'd. 

With wondrous strength of GrA';e divine: 

To speak of God and Man, the twain, 

And of their works, embalm 'd in song. 
Seen in sweet Natuki:, AkT again. 

While age and age shall roll along: 
But 'tis our (iod who rules the whole; 

Him and Mis works we sing to now ; 
Thro ' His most Itjving, Vv'ise control, 

We live and breathe on earth below: 

For our creation ov/es it to 

The Father, Infinite, Supreme, 
And He is guiding us to new 

Enjoyments over Jordan's stream: 
So we will praise thy bounty, LoRD, 

Who art the God of all that is, 
" Who speaks the truth the times afford," 

And grants us every holy bliss. — 



48 LORD HEALEY. 

In simple faith I trust thee, God ; 

In sacred homage, love TnY works: 
The little flower, the heath untrod. 

Glow where TlllNE omnipresence lurks 
I see Thee in the burning sun, 

And in the stars, a myriad host, 
And shout to see Thy splendors run 

From eastern to the western coast ! 

Ay ; Voice of Waters ! ripple sweet 

' Mid dewy verdure's sparkling sheen, 
Where ANGEf.-FORMS, about thee met, 

Bow to thy melody serene ; 
The broom upon the far hill-side, 

In rustling breezes, lists to thee, 
As by it, on the wings of tide. 

Thou hurriest to the boundless sea ! 

The chirping throstle wings her flight 

Towards her soft and downy nest, 
To fill her nestlings with the mite 

Of worm or drink as it is best ; 
The snake comes wriggling from his hole ; 

The owl is blinded by the day ; 
While every thing begins to toll 

The sun's^returning, quick'ning ray. 

Rut, Nature! are thy beauteous charms 
Depicted in this wordy space, 

Admired when thy love'ness warms 
Into a showy, nameless grace? 



A MORNING COMBAT. 49 

What is that Hnc which meets our eyes, 

Descending from yon lofty hill, 
Just as great Atom, on the rise,|| 

Comes, flashing on the flowing rill ? 

Yet some will say we wrong-describe, 

When calling man sweet Nature's own : 
But he is natural, like the tribe 

Of insects whirring in their drone: 
The only diff' rence, man is Man : 

He was created like the flower, 
And is addicted to the ban 

Of Life and Death, which are his dower. 

He dies away like rankling weeds; 

His soul it is that's left to live: 
It is immortal, while the reeds, 

WHiich flank the water's side, derive 
No more, in death, a health from rain. 

Nor vigor from the shining sun ; 
They die ; and so they sink again 

In nothingness, where they begun. 

Ah, truly, how they're near allied, 

The Natural and Human life! 
The sameness e'er pervades each side 

Of apposite and constant strife: 
How flaunt the gaudy battle-flags 

Above the silent, moving mass! 
How sternly-looking are the crags 

Far up the rugged mountain-pass ! 



5° 



LORD IIEALEV. 

The winds ha\'e lost their wonted sound; 

The wavelets on the Loeh na Doon 
No more, with Music's strain, respond 

To shrilly cries from dipping loon ; 
All, all has lost itself in MoRN: 

Except some straying bird, that flits 
Across the mead, or bugle-horn, 

Wake echoes in the air by fits. 

Yet still another line obtrudes 

Its bristling front upon the right ; 
The awning of yon tow'ring woods 

Gives forth a daring crowd for fight ; 
They quickly form together there: — 

' Tis Urban's clan, who wants to strike 
The struggling Healeys gather'd near 

With sword, and spear, and glittering pike. 

With storming rush and ringing shout, 

They fling themselves on Heale)''s band ; 
Sir A)'ton, leader of his rout. 

Cheers forward men and horses grand : 
" Keep steady, knights of Northern mold ! 

Let Caledonia nexer blush*'''' 
To hear that we wert lackl)'-bold 

In facing dastards in a rush ! 

"Keep steady! Nerve your iron strokes 

Against this venal Eric horde ! 
Let Healey's cause revive your hopes 

Of triumph sure as Right's reward! 



A ^lORNING COMBAT. 51 

Strike, — for your wives and for your God! 

Strike, — for your little ones and homes ! 
Strike down the faithless tyrant's rod ! 

Strike — strike ! The foeman, lo ! he comes ! " 

He paused: there 'rose a loud acclaim : 

" Long live Lord Healey, Ayton, too ! 
May God and LIBERTY and FAME 

Grant us the vict'ry now our due! 
So saying, on they swept, adown 

The ridgy slope to meet the foe; 
Not swifter hath the eagle flown, 

Than they upon their steeds to woe: 

F'or woe doth mark the conflict dire. 

With awful groans and bloody scenes, 
Wrapt in a smoke of livid fire, 

And suffering, that BATTLE screens; 
And oftentimes tlie victors weep 

At loss of dearest friends, who fell. 
That shows their vict'ry was not cheap, 

But they were losers just as well. 

Tho' they are conscious of this fact. 

On — on they bounded o'er the sod ! 
They, fleetly, close the less'ning tract 

That la)- betwixt them on the road: 
They meet, recoil: a sudden gap 

Has sever'd bold Sir Urban's host; 
Sir Ayton sees the dread mishap. 

And seeks the standing-point thus lost : 



LORD HEALEV. 

With magic movement, slipped he 

His force atween the factions fierce, 
And 'gan to cut most ruthJessly 

Each side f )f him the clan to pierce : 
" Stand ready ! Ever}- man to arms ! 

Strike, gallants, strike the villains down ! 
Ne'er fear the din of War's alarms, 

I)Ut charge! and humble Eric's crown!" 

With this he charged. What could withstand 

That horrid j^ell and strong assault? 
The ranks of Urban stood it grand. 

But momentary was their halt: 
The word "retreat" once utter 'd, soon 

Became a wild, tempestuous flight. 
Which scatter'd them like waters blown 

Before the Typhoon's hurling might. ff 

Not long were victor, xanquish'd in 

The sight of this, their battle-ground. 
But over heath and purling lin. 

They push'd their way for miles around: 
Now here, now there, the)' oft appear, 

Still rolling on the clanging war. 
Till gory sword and bristling spear 

At last are out of ken afar. 

O War, " thou great antiquit}- ! " 
But one's alone as great as thou. 

And that's the elemental free. 

Which crashes thro' the wavin"; boutyh: 



ERIC COURT. 5^ 

As great? Ah, greater! What is Man, 
Compared to that All-seeing One, 

Who rides the storm and Iris-span, 

And wheels the Hghtnings where they run ! 

Well, as it is, it's gone — no more ; 

Peace now resumes her quiet reign ; 
The strife has ceased its din and roar. 

Save when the fallen shriek with pain : 
Rest, slaughter'd braves! the struggle's won ; 

Ye're stricken in a nation's cause; 
May Heaven's blessing spread ye on 

A tribute from her highest laws ! 

VIII.— ERIC CO UR T. 

King Eric's palace ! Pillar'd walls sublime, 

High-arched o'er with splendid roofs and towers; 

A court, with customs of the olden time 
Concentred in its walls of ancient powers ; 

A touch, barbaric, of its own fair clime, — 

Old England, — breathes within its very doors. 

As, on approaching, we perceive a strange 

And striking difference to our modern change. 

In Art, in Science, and in thrilling SONG, 
And all the manners of a people rude. 

Which seem unreal to our busy throng 
Of new ideas that the multitude 

Are catching quickly: then, the heroic, strong, 
Were all but gods, and frailer ones imbued 



54 LORD HEALEY. 

With meekness solely and content, that gave 
To them but labor and a lowly grave. 

As, looking back upon that olden haze, 
Our fancy, roaming free, e'er leads us on, 

To where Augusta, in her palmiest days,'" 
Reclines in quiet o'er her triumphs won: 

Till, rapt, entranced in the pcet-lays. 
We almost hear the bugle's lively tone: 

But what a disappcMntmcnt veils our bliss, 

When we awake in such a time as this ! 

Ah ! better far are these, our dullest lives. 
Than life in ignorance, and lust, deca)- ! 

When men are cheapen'd, and the ruler dives 
In wars, — expenses that the subjects pay ! 

These are indignities: but he derives 
Another power from this mass of clay : 

He forges fetters in their vilest form. 

That patriots sunder in the battle-storm ! 

They fling them off, the gyves of slavish lot ; 

They can not grovel so degrading, low ; 
Why should mankind be ever sold and bought, 

When he has rights inalienable, too? 
Yet 'tis his priv'lege, claims this Hottentot,t 

To waste and sla)', whene'er 's a thing in view: 
The souls of subjects would he sell, to add 
A grain of lucre unto the wealth he had ! 

This is why Healey ventured to rebell ; 

This is why thousands did the same-like thing: 



ERIC COURT. 55 

Yet it is true that thousands did as well, 

Who clung to thralldom in the world's green spring; 

And, clinging thus, they may have 'scaped the knell 
Of war, that thunders with a clanging ring ; 

But what gain'd cowards in. the bitter end, 

But sternest hatred, which ^L^ir names attend? 

These are the ones, that arc collected now 

Within the halls and wide and spacious court: 

The)' cringe and kneel before the lowering brow 
Of royal Eric, in his state resort : 

How meekly-servile do they silent bow! 
How mocking is his keen and harsh retort! 

What hollow meaning in th ' pretense of RiGHT, 

Which shows the royalness of RiciiT's not Might! 

Yes ! this is monarchy — an evil still ! 

When kings regard their peoples ' own welfare 
No more than beasts ; ' but when to coffers fill, 

Or wage a battle, they are summon 'd where 
The king "holds carnival" in wanton will, 

In view to load them with their burthens ' share! 
And e'en the crowd that's assembled here. 
Is for "the purpose," as 'twill soon appear. 

King Eric's on his throne, the Seat OF State, 
With peers and princes on his either side : 

Some new excitement seems to elevate 

Them and their master 'bove their former pride: 

For, long they'd lived at that repellent rate 
Of luxury wherein hath slowly died 



56 LORD HEALEY. 

The love of CONFLICT: so this recent news, 
Whate'er it is, into them fires infuse. 

The cause of all this proveth soon to be 
A man, the bearer of the news of war: 

King Eric questions: " Whereat is this sea 
Of sad reversal that we met afar? 

Speak, slave, and tell us! Thou hast yet to free 
Thy mind of where and when defeat didst jar 

Our kingdom ; if thou knowest, tell it us, 

For we are wear}' of thy canting thus." 

"O Sire." went on the man,}; "the battle-tide 
Just hurl'd our ranks amidst the onset stern ; 

The great Sir Ayton led Lord Healey's side 

With yells and charges, for our knights to turn ; 

And turn they did: a gap didst open wide 
Their central column, as all could discern : 

Defeat then follow 'd, as a consequence, 

Which drove our warriors from their moorlands thence. 

" ' Twas near the Border, nigh ten days ago — " 
"Enough!" spake Eric: "is this all thou'st heard? 

Tho ' this is mainly what wc wish to know, — 
The time and place, — where the affair occurr'd : 

This thing must cease, and not be 'low'd to grow 
Into prepond Vance ' spite of deed or word: 

So up, my hearties ! Send the heralds forth 

To raise up armies ' gainst the rising North ! 

" But stay, SiR Messen(;er, and hear me on: 
Didst Urban get that lovely gid, fair Naive?" 



ERIC COURT. 57 

" Yea, Sire ; and more: he heaped wrath upon 
The beauteous wench, who him rejection gave: 

He hadst presumed to rival thee, and soon 
To wed with her, which she refused so grave: 

In fierce revenge he went and meanly placed 

Her midst the struggle that, unharm'd, she faced." 

" Why! what is this we hear that doth amaze? 

And, is it possible to find a man 
Who wilt obey us, when the best betrays 

Ourself and realm wheresoe'er he can? 
We'll deal, erelong, with Urban and his ways; 

But now, tell Layard him we wish, to fan 
Into a blaze the smoldering fires of yore. 
Which have grown dim since last he's armor wore. 

" We have to work, and very quickly, too. 
As stern Lord Healey may be on us here,— 

An Alpine avalanche of earth and snow, — g 
With war and vict'ry in his deadly spear! 

Ye men around us, gather 'd here to show 
Your strong devotion to our royal sphere. 

Form into armies of our cause most just. 

That's not weak-tinctured in some Freedom's lust ! 

" But tell me, Messenger, didst Naive escape 

The traitor after battle fell to own ? " 
" Nay, Sire: for he her bridle held, to ape 

The friend and lover, aS he could, alone: 
He fled with her unto his halls, to drape 

Them with her loveliness and soften 'd tone; 



5 IX)RD HEALEY. 

At least 'twas hinted. This is all I know 
About his objects or his passions' glow." 

" Well, thank thee for thine information full ; 

And soon be ready for to joirt thy band." 
" Aye, Sire, I wilt." " Then beest sure to rule 

Thine every action by our sceptred wand ! 
Now go and rest thee! What! have we a lull. 

For want of querists on our either hand? 
Why, here's great Layard ! Thus, O cometh thoii, 
In steel-clad armor from thy feet to brow?" 

" I come, O King, at this, thy bidding, soon. 
To wage the warfares of my royal king ! 

Hast thou thine orders? For to Loch na Doon 
I must be tending. Hast thou any thing?" 

"Ay, ay, O Layard! Fullest Urban down, 
And'from him masks of various doings fling; 

Take his command ; and let no traitor have 

The pow'r to put us in an early grave! 

" And if thou comest to be worried sore 
In fighting Healey, sendeth word to me, 

And markest thou, by all the oaths I've swore, 
I wilt meet Healey, — face to face, — with glee! 

These are my orders: so thou need'st no more, • 
Save that to deal with Urban rigorously. 

Adieu! and prosper, mighty, bold Layard, 

Like Alexander when far Faynim-v/ard !"i 

He goes: King Eric follows on behind 
To his apartments, to rejoice and feast; 



59 



THE WITCH OF THE CHEVIOTS. 

This king dreams little in his pathway blind 
That Death sits waiting in his dark unrest, — 

Nor his adherents: for it's wise and kind 
Of great Allah to veil the future, lest * * 

We pine at d'lay of either good or ill. 

Which comes to us thro' th ' Almighty's will! 



IX.— THE WirCH OF THE CHEVIOTS* 

"Woman, woman, tell me now 

Where the foemen-fires burn. 
Whether they're on mountain-brow. 

Or the swamp, in mossy fern. 

"Tell me wisely, truthfully, 
Of their number, fighting men. 

Hither sent to conquer me 
Out of Freedom's lovely ken. 

" But they can not : God will give 

Vict'ry to our noble cause, 
y\nd His spirit we will wive 

In our manners, homes, and laws; 

" For His mercy giveth us 

Grace to hope for better times. 

In the strength to bind the curse 
Of the tyrannical crimes 

" Heap'd upon our lowly heads 
By this Janus, caitiff king,t 



6o LORD HEALEY. 

While he sits, and grandly spreads 
Sumptuous feasts thro' underling: 

"Sits and eats; while peasantry 
Rush to wars on his account, 

With the aim to gain him free 

To their side on FREEDOM'S mount. 

" Ah ! how sad is their mistake ! 

When, instead of helping them. 
Goes he on to coolly slake 

Thirst for war and flashing gem ! 

" So thou seest how we are fixt ; 

And I come to thee to learn 
More about these matters, mixt, 

That I can't so w^ell discern. 

" Tell me, woman, tell me quick, 

From thy stores* of knowledge keen, 

If the gloom will gather thick, 
And what lies beyond the screen: 

" Tell me of the chance of war, 

Hope, that's fled, of peace and love, 

As the days now roll afar. 

Bringing aid from God above : 

"Yet, I prithee, judgeth not 

That I doubt our Lord on high, 

Who revealeth each his lot 
In the course of TiME a-fly ; 



THE WITCH OF THE CHEVIOTS. 6i 

" But it's always better so 

To be ready, day and night, 
Lest the foemen, on the go, 

F"ind us unprepared to fight ; 

" And my conscience tells me. He 

Will forgive for this trespass. 
If trespass it is to be 

On the guard against this mass. 

" So, O woman, tell me here 

When the foeman-tide will come. 

Fetching strife, as they appear. 
To my peoples' hapi)y home." 

"Then, O Healey, listen soft. 

If thou wouldst the future know. 

Which shines beautifully aloft 
Over yonder glistening snow: 

"Tow'ring up, I see thee stand, 

Holding reins of CllURClI and STATE — 

Guiding-Star to all the land 
In thy liberty elate ; 

" Helping those who faint and reel 
' Neath their burdens' crushing load 

As they toil, to after feel 

Mercies from the mighty God ; 

" Cheering forward pilgrims wan 
With thy kindling word and smile, 



62 LORD HEALEY. 

That they may, in holy ban, 
Kneel, and bless our loyal isle. 

" But, O Healey, just between 
This prosperity and thou 

Is a wall of liquid sheen. 

Looming o'er the mountain's brow: 

"Thou must fight! A howling horde 
Comes before my second-sight, 

Shocking Thought and ready WoRD 
With the horror of its blight ! 

" Now 'tis gone: a conq'or shines 
Out of battle-shroud and smoke, 

Blazon'd on the hero-shrines 
Of a kingly power — broke ! 

"It is thou, O Healey proud ! 

Bearing arms victoriously 
O'er the very ones who crowd 

'Gainst thee now on land and sea!" 

"Well thou'st spoken, woman-seer: 
But canst thou, in holy ray. 

See some other future near. 

After what thou'st said to-day?" 

" No, I canst not: all is gloom. 
At the present, of those days: 

Yet I see them making room 
For a grander army-blaze! 



THE WITCH OF THE CHEVIOTS. 63 

" Far and wide, I see it move 

Thro' the subtile fen and bog, 
Glowing with an ardent love 

In the masking river-fog. 

" If thou'rt wise, thou wilt dispatch 
Men and horses ' gainst this foe 

While it's time, before they'll hatch 

Loathsome schemes to bring thee low. 



" They are coming nigher, nigh ! 

See their herald-banners shine! 
How magnificently high 

Bear they spears in martial line ! 

" Now, alas! they're 'viron'd sore 
In the dismal bog and fen,. 

Like a mammoth wallowing o'er 
Mud within a deluged glen ! 

"But what army's yonder, there? 

It is Mcaley's, keeping guard 
Over Eric cavalier, 

Station 'd in his muddy ward. 

"Go now, Healey, go and save 
People that thou lovest well ! 

From the dungeon, crouching slave. 
Break the clanking chains of Hell! 

" Go ! — ere they are on the T()\VERs ! 
Speak to millions thro ' thy sword ! 



64 LORD HEALEY. 

Live, SO Liberty and Powers 
Will obey thee at thy word ! 

" Don't dishearten, if it's dark, 
When they press thee very close ; 

Now thou'st time to list and hark 
To my warning, as it flows : 

" For the enemy is scarce 

Out of Shene, that olden to\vn,t 

And they're hast'ning on, no farce. 
Where they many soon will drown. 

" Thou wilt find them, scores, between 
Healey Towers' fair domain 

And the gates of ancient Shene, 
Gloating o'er the future slain. 

" As thou knowest now the place, 
Go to work and fight it out : 

Never yet was won a race 
By a sluggard or a lout ! " 

" Ay ; thou speaketh like a sage ; 

Thou shalt see me victor still : 
So beware King Eric's age 

Of the man who conc]uers III!" 

X.—IN THE MARSH. 

Behold the lancers far and near 
With horrent sword, projecting spear! 
A grander sight was never seen 



IN THE MARSH. 65 

In any modern time, I ween : 
The lances blazing in the sun, 
The martial spirit that's begun, 
As Kolob rises in the east,* 
Outrivals painter, bard and priest, 
In bright delineations quaint 
To picture them in colors faint ! 

Now all at once there comes a sound 
Beyond the line of sentries round. 
Proclaiming to the dazzling throng 
The presence of the ones they'd wrong: 
For, ' vancing o'er a causeway, come 
The foemen from their mountain-home: 
These are the Healeys, gathering swift 
From dewy heath and snowy drift : 
They come, — to fight for FREEDOM, RiGHT ; 
They fall, — to seek the Fields of Light: 
But they must conquer; for the foul 
Can never rule the HUMAN SoUL: 
It can not be ! Our God of Love 
Gives vict'ry to His own, above 
The wicked of this earth below, 
Who scorn His Wqrd and sinful grow. 

They quickly pause, to throw a line 
Of archers on the Eric kine: 
How well do all the archery 
Perform their labors, ' lotted free ! 
They come and go upon the foe. 
Till station'd where two runnels flow. 



66 LORD IIEALEY. 

(Which join the stream the bridge beneath, 
And have the aspect weird of death,) . 
They, by advance of lancers stout, 
Soon put the servile guards to rout ; 
Ay; nobly do they fall upon 
These men of many battles won, 
Whose fathers fought against the host 
Of Romish Caesar, when their coast 
Was first invested by him then 
With barges, ships, and mailed men ! f 
Oh ! fine is now their stern advance ! 
l^ut hah! ni)' heroes of the lance, 
Your will's too hot to do you good 
JkTore these veterans of the rod ! 
Don't rush into the ranks of war, 
Unless you're certain what it's for; 
Don't blindly feel, but know your ground 
Is safe from ever\' foeman round: 
As yet, you do not see the force 
That's pressing on your rear of horse ; 
You do not stop, to calmly think 
That you are flank'd by morass-brink: 
' Tvvould now be well if you but would : 
'Twould save you from the crushing flood 
Descending from the enemy. 
Who came by w ay the Irish Sea. 

A moment of reflection comes : 
Then bursts the sound of rolling drums. 
Which give to you a warning dire 
Of raging Strugcle and his ire! 



IN THE MARSH. 67 

But soon you see where you are placed: 
The foemen in the rear, and faced 
By their battalions moving far 
Within the sunlight's morning glare: 
Yet 'tis not Healey's doing, this: 
He would not have it, as it is : 
' Twas heedlessness of daring will 
That brought you in this vintage-mill ! 
Tho ' hold your station, till your lord 
Can lend his flashing, willing sword, 
And he will save you from this wreck 
Of Ruin's threaten'd Baalbek ! t 

At length a motion sweeps the ranks 
Of Eric's host ; when down the banks 
Of subtile earthen bridge, they fall 
Into the miriest muck of all! 
First, one; then two; and at the last 
They're driven in't, amazing fast, 
Like snows of Apennine or Alp 
Rushing from their own mountain-scalp ! 
But what, in faith, now causes this? 
Just look, O Healeys, to yon rise, 
And you will see your friends upraise, 
For you, the storm of BATTLE'S blaze! 
Hold on, and they will free your rear 
Of enemy and goading spear. 
So that you can, with knightly grace, 
Prevail o'er those who front your place. 

Now changes suddenly the scene : 
Those, who were marching on serene, 



68 LORD HEALEV. 

Are floundering in the dirt and mud, 

Or welt'ring in their ebbing blood ! 

O horrid sight ! O sick'ning fear 

Of dreaded lance and funeral bier! 

A nation, pompous in its pride, 

To die, and lie in such a tide 

Of filth within a moorland wide ! 

What more of loathsome picture have 

We, when 'tis best, of gloomy grave? 

What sadder fate can e'er befall 

Thejneanest wretch in prison-wall? 

Ah! none! but justice must be done 

To tyrant, father, or the son, 

Who will trespass, and doubt that God 

Can e'er inflict them with His rod; 

And when He does, some then will cry: 

" For shame to see a mortal die 

Like this; and more's the shame that wars 

Envelop lands with iron bars! " 

Yet to these cynics we can say. 

That if there 'd never been a da}' 

When Right and Might met on the field, 

And when the latter had to yield, 

What would have then become of our 

Great institutions, Learning's power? 

Oh! them and us would have been naught. 

If they, our fathers, had not fought ! 

But God and Right propell'd them on. 

When Caesar cross'd the Rubicon, § 

Which paved the way to SCIENCE, Art, 

For men of the high Genius-Heart ! 



IN THE MARSH. 69 

Still, coming back to where the knights 
Clash fierce together in the sights 
Repelling to civilians' minds, 
We note the deeds of various kinds 
Enacted on this BRIDGE OF WAR, 
As grand as those of Trafalgar,! 
Or Canncx's field, or Plata:ia]*''^' 
O Liberty, a Nation bleeds 
For all thy beatific needs ! 
A Nation's strong, undying love, 
Ascends for thee to God above! 
But here! — a quiver shakes the throng: 
Those, who were marching fast along 
Of Eric's clans before their foe. 
Now make attack with arrow, bow : 
How finely do they execute 
The work of carnage, branch and root ! 
How well do they soon charge upon 
The Healeys and their gonfalon ! 
So well, that Healey, Argus-eyed,t f 
Hath just the road of death espied. 
And means to stop it, now and here. 
With storming rush and ringing cheer; 
And to be certain, he must throw 
Opponents all to him below 
Into the marsh, that's stretching wide 
And dismal on their either side ! 

Lord Healey, at the van, harangues 
His men, while nearer, louder clangs 
The roll of the alarming drum, 



70 LORD HEALEV. 

As onward do the foemen come ! 
'Tis hard to bear, my worthy braves. 
This onset of embattled slaves! 
But struggle onward, and the blade 
Of Valor great will give you aid: 
Oh ! see the shields and lances near, 
In solid force, of Healey dear! — 
Ha! — See the cowards fall and reel 
Before this host of living steel! 
They reel — they fall, — a sudden crash! — 
And downward do the Erics dash, 
Like lava, smoke from ^-Etna's gorge 1 1 
Exuding from its glowing forge ! 
Now, as they're groveling in the fen. 
They'd fain surrender, clans of men, 
But it's too late in thinking so 
Within this sinking mire low : 
While their companions haste away 
In terror — daring not to stay, — 
For fear that Healey 's wrath and arm 
May strike them with a wizard's charm ! 

The struggle's over: man and horse 
Revive themselves within the Course 
Of water running thro ' the land 
Along the mountain rising grand : 
A strand of silver flowing thro ' 
A blacken 'd void of bitter rue. 
So like a wild and barren coast 
That's fiU'd with Belial's damned ghost ! § § 



eric's cavalcade. 7t 

As resting in his vict'ry, he, 
Our Healey, feeUng boundless, free. 
Does he forget the ones who lost 
Their hold on life with fatal cost ? 
O, no: he tries to save them all 
From awful death and dismal pall, 
And working with his might and main. 
He strives to give them life again: 
So, leaving him to nobly fill 
His mission to the people still, 
We let our fancy take us on 
To Eric's court and funeral dawn. 

XL— ERIC S CA J 'A L CA DE. 

How MANY changes may take place 
Within one realm and peopled race, 
Which show the fluctuation, chase 
(3f Time in all his boundless ways ! 

Thus musing, we can almost see 
A spirit, breathing for to break 
The chains and thongs on land and lake 
In Eric's host, who, mourning, take 

Farewell of home with dree. 

So be it: we can't always tell 
Th' emotions of the Being's well. 
But as it is, there hangs a spell 
Of evil, Hke a gloomy knell : 

An evil floating o'er the crowd 
In dreadful silence, foldinir all 



7 2 LORD HEALEV. 

The warriors in the sadden'd thrall, 
Which speaketh of the deathly pall 
In accents lorn and loud. 

King Eric comes before his men 
In armor and with spear; and then 
He speaks to them of battles, when 
Their fathers strove in moor and !:^len : 

" O soldiers of a common stock, 
Remember days of Arthur's court/'^' 
And knights who made the foe resort 
Beneath his flag, or be their sport 

Amidst the battle-shock! 

" And O remember later still 
What happen 'd near to Cheviot-hill, 
Brought b}^ our runner, that doth fill 
Our minds with TRnui!LP:'s seeming ill: 

Yet bear up: never wore a day 
Unto its close, which did not bring 
Sweet, soothing good on lightsome wing, 
To hearts aweary sorrowing 

At ViCT'RV's long delay. 

"And thus in feeling, we can shout 
A halleluiah at the rout 
Belonging to Lord Healey stout, 
That's ' viron'd, too, in bog about: 

The very fate befalls them now. 
Which met Sir Layard and his pack: 
While, this we've learn 'd, the torture-wrack 



ERIC'S CAVALCADE. 

Hath caught Sir Roland in his track, 
And left him, lying low. 

" Likewise the many traitors shared 
His doom, who truly can be spared: 
This, too, we've learnt : that hoary-hair'd. 
Old messenger was breathless, scared, 

So much, so, that he couldst not tell 
Of Roland's death, nor any thing: 
But prated of the Upas-sting f 
That Ayton didst upon us fling. 

In trembling voice and spell. 

" Yet, can we blame him ? ' Twas enough 
To stun the vilest villain tough, 
With news of such a dread rebuff. 
As wast inflicted on us rough ; 

While on another score we may 
Forgive him for his lack of breath: 
He wast not on the field of death. 
But got his knowledge from the wraith 

Who fled from strife away, — 

" When he received a wild report 
Of Healey's men, their fighting sort, 
Which shock'd him with their great cohort, 
And made him Frenzy's ruthless sport! 

But 'tis to-day we've heard the right 
Of every thing that's valuable. 
Thro' this, our courier's syllable. 
Who's true as any vessel's hull 

With winds and waves to fight ! 



73 



74 LORD IIEALEY. 

''Then, O my men of British mold, 
Let's put to shame the knights of old, 
By quelling insurrection bold 
In Healey's court, his strongest hold: 

When, bidding ' dieu to friend and home. 
We'll swear to visit nevermore 
Our country's heath and pebbled shore, 
Unless their death shall go before! 

No! nevermore we'll come ! " 

Now, springing on his mettled horse. 
He leads away his mighty force, 
And past the moated grange, and course 
Of barricadoes — thro ' the gorse ; 

And " over hill and over dale " 
He leads them, cheering often on, 
" Strong men of many struggles won, 
Press forward, till each traitor-son 

Is stricken, lifeless, pale!" 

XII.—GAIUS, AT TEMPLE-GROT. 

Wildly fly the skinnning swallows o'er the many hills 
and hollows 

Lying far around a mountain at a stranger, coming near: 

It is Healcy riding fleetly thro ' the soaring swallows 
neatly. 

As the day is closing sweetly, when the twilight doth ap- 
pear ; 

Rides he in a pathway upward to the grotto of the seer. 
Who is Gains, poet-peer. 



GAIUS, AT TEMPLE-GROT. 



75 



When upon the mountahi hoary he observes the ancient 

story 
Told about this hermit, Uving to himself from every man : 
He would rush at sight of mortal to a cavern's dismal 

portal, 
Like a strange and weird immortal, vanishing as specters 

can : — 
So he wonders whether he will take the same unearthly 

plan, 

When he seeks his mystic fane. 

But he'll conquer all his terror with the knowledge of his 
error, 

By his meek and mild decorum, that he means him noth- 
ing ill : 

That he wishest not his BEING, but his keenest of fore- 
seeing, 

For to help him in the freeing of his people, harrow'd still ; 

For to give him views in routing, by each softly-flowing 
rill. 

And the sunset-glowing hill. 

Many foemen now advancing in the gleaming and the 

glancing 
Of their shiny arms and armor, to his country's goodly 

shore ; 
That he wishest wisdom onl)-, for his coming here so 

lonely. 
And without a guard, — alone, he, — in the foemen 's very 

door: 



76 LORD IIEAI.EY. 

As this place is but a short way from the tyrants ' din and 
roar, 

At their camping-ground before. 

Now he turneth to a wonder, that is looming strangely 

under 
From beneath a shelving op'ning of a cavern to the right : 
'Tis a man of whiten'd splendor, with a form and visage 

slender, 
Clad in robes and 'pearance tender, and the look of sages 

quite: 
Calm he seems within the glimmer of the sun's retiring 

light. 

As a bard of holy rite. 

"Why, O Healey, dost thou wander," he begins to mus- 
ing, ponder, 

"All alone when boding danger is a-lurking in thy track? 

I wilt caution thee this minute, — for thy freedom, if 
thou'dst win it, 

Be' St thou circumspect within it, in a chosen soldier-knack ! 

Tho' I've spoken to no human for a decade, white or 
black, 

Yet rit warn thee of the wrack: 

"For, in failing to elude them, as on yonder hight Fve 

view'd them, 
Thou wouldst meet a cruel torture from King Eric, who is 

there : 
Pray, regard thy trusting nation, and thy peoples' own 

salvation. 



CAIUS, AT TEMPLE-C;/<OT. 77 

And the dread anticipation of thy being murder'd here; 
' Twouldst be downfall of the Isi-AND should thou meetest 
death anear, 

Where thy strength is valued dear." 

"Thanks, O Gaius, for thy praises — (whom I know thou 
art, as day is 

Written in thine every action— hallow^ 'd song and beaute- 
ous look:) — 

I wilt mind thy gentle chiding for my venturing in riding 

Out of camp, and fearless guiding my caprice, as 
wand 'ring brook ; 

I have come to gather counsel from thy learned wisdom's 
book. 

In each warring deed and crook." 

"Then dismount, O Healey sturdy! and my knowledge, 

tho ' not wordy, 
Shalt be given to thee freely, as a fountain welling forth ; 
Come, and \\'elcome to my TemI'LE, where no crafty 

knaves dissemble, 
In their flattery oft to tremble, 'bout the aims of SoUTll 

or N(,)RTII — 
' Bout the chains and shackles clanking on the truest men 

of worth — 

Fitter for the foul of earth." 

So our Healey then dismounted — follow'd Gaius, while he 

counted 
On his charger's cjuiet waiting, that he's done ere this for 

years. 



78 , LORD IIEALEY. 

Passing thro ' a darksome narrow, they emerge uito a 

fair, oh ! 
Grander place than even Pharaoh, in the legend, ever 

rears — 
Grander splendor than the princes used to dwell in with 
their peers — 

Splendor, grandeur, of the Seer's. 



There are gold and silver linings to the purple, velvet 

twdnings 
Of the hangings of the ' partment, which is square, and 

rock'd around ; 
Cushions, candlesticks, and golden, with a brightness, 

which is ' holden 
On the senses of the vision, lighting scenes that do 

abound — 
Visions 'ra^^tured with the richness of the matted-paved 

ground. — 

Surely pleasure here is found. 



Gains speaketh: "Pray be seated, noble Healey, feeling 

treated 
Like another mon.arch-ruler, that thou art in ever)' thing: 
So thou wishest my advising on the many ' vents arising. 
To be always thee apprising of the dangers which they 

bring ? 
Well, Pit give it in this version, sharp, and fierce upon the 

king ; 
'■ Serving all with bitter sting: 



(JAius, AT 'rE^rPLE-GR()■^. 79 

"Kill King Eric, for it's holy! Lay his pride and mean- 
ness lowly ! 

Seize his crown, for it bclongeth to Lord Healey and his 
heirs ! 

Long I've waited for this hour, and its hidden, mystic 
power, 

To inform thee of thy dower and the author of thy cares ; 

For this Eric ' surp'd the kingdom, and also the peoples ' 
shares 

In the troverninGT affairs. 



"This at present is sufficient for to make thee soon eflicient 
In expelling him, together with his own adherents proud: 
But before thou reacheth grand!)' this fair triumph, treat- 

eth blandly 
All the foemen, so they'll bandy nevtr with thy rule 

allow'd — 
So thou 'It 'void the dire up^hca\'als of a newly-gotten 

crowd. 

To thy person not avow'd. 



"This is all: make haste to catch it, and with valor, 

cjuickly match it 
With thy wisdom, that canst hold it, whatsoever may 

betide ; 
And mayst I, who'st known thee longer, and I trust, hath 

loved stronger. 
Live to see Lord Healey )'ounger, throned, with purple 

robe allied — 



8o LORD HEALEY. 

Yea, allied with seats of marble, whereon Justice should 
abide — 

Honor's glory purified ! " 

He arises with devotion towards the other — with a motion 
Askcth Healey for to join him in a feast of flesh and wine ; 
And he then explains the trouble that the people have, and 

double, 
Thro ' his harpings, good and noble, and himself, the 

spirit -fine: 
As they hold him and his music more of Heav'N than 

Earthly line, 

For his melody divine ! 

Then Lord Healey thanks liim warmly for his verses uni- 
formly 

To his honor, in the greenwood, after curbing Gerald's 
course: 

" Thank thee. Gains, for the honor which thou puttest on 
our banner, 

And the leader hopes the donor will survive to see the 
doors — 

See the doors of tyrants open at aj^proach of man and 
horse. 

Letting forth their evil worse." 

" Thou art welcome for my harpings as so many roughen'd 
' scarpings 

Fixt upon a cliff of boulders, for to crush the Hydra- 
head : * 



GAIUS, AT TEMPLE-GROT. 8l 

While to thee I sayst, O Healey, thou'rt the first to enter 

freely 
Temple-Grotto's cavern "d alley, leading to my home 

and bed ; 
Tho' I do not want the rabble prying here with stealthy 

tread : 

So I fill them all with dread." 

"Then Fit tell my curious people that our Gains, old and 
feeble, 

Wishest none of any nation coming 'round his own do- 
main." 

"No, O Healey: the)- will never come in quiet prying 
clever, 

For the fear that I wilt sever soul and body with a pain: 

Such hath I their superstition molded nicely. They are 
fain 

Keeping ever on the plain." 

Soon our Healey moves to goeth, when the evening-star 

he knoweth 
Now is setting lovely, sweetly, in the lurid WESTERN 

skies : 
Venus, Star oe Love,! is watching o'er the enemy 

a-hatching 
Blighting plans to be o'crmatching millions with their 

villainies ; 
And it fills with heathen courage hearts aweary of their 

rise, — 

Dealing death with each surprise. 



82 LORD IIEALEY. 

So he mounts his chartjcr waitini^; bids adieu to Gaius, 

sating 
Him with promise of the FUTURE, glowing for the JusT 

and Good : 
Rides he onward in the gloaming, like a Lucifer in roaming f 
O'er the trackless ocean, coming for a respite from the 

rod— 
From the rod of hoi)- Jesus, and His might}' Fatiier- 

GOD : 

Thus Lord Healey onward rode. 

XIII.— BATTLE OF LOCH N A DO ON. . 

Once more, dear friends, upon the stretching plain. 
We bring before ye thrilling TERROR'S reign ; 
High o'er the swelling knolls of the greensward 
There shine conspicuous glinting shield and sword, 
As now two armies, showing signs of war. 
That rival splendors in the days of yore 
With glory, power and magnificence. 
Begin to meet within our sight intense: 
They have these signs of subtle life and death. 
As plain as cometh perfume on the breath. 
To lay each other in their burial low 
Amidst the battle, which now starts to glow. 
Could all the states and all the empires old 
Produce a sight that's ever grander, told 
In hist'ry, romance or poetry, class'd 
' Mong greatest classics in the world amass'd? 

O thou learn'd Xenophon in Cyrus-lore,* 
Didst dream the like in cj'cles gone before, 



BATTLE OF LOCH- NA DOON. 83 

When thou didst chronicle the Persian prince, 
In story wondrous, in his foe's province? 
Or Herodotus, father of thy kind,*' 
High Hist'ry, teacher of the worldly-bUnd, 
Didst thou depicture any brighter scene. 
Which 'fore thine era didst the world careen? 
A)': none, I wot of, in thine Eastern clime, 
Had e'er the power over loathsome crime, 
To quickly crush it in its deadly state, 
As our bold Healey, in his strength elate: 
No; not from oldThymbria's fighting-day ,t 
Down to our time, in Freedom's living ray, — 
At Gettysburg, — the charging squadrons there, — 
Was such a vision, as now cometh here ; 
Nay: looking o'er the hist'ry of the world, 
The thrones of kingdoms, with their flags unfurl'd, 
Couldst not be witness'd any richer sight, 
In lovelier colors, than now comes to light: 
Not in the ages of the siege of Troy,t 
When men were freer from the times " alloy. 
Did they discover greater qualities, 
Than these brave Healeys, after centuries 
Of man's decay and heartless tyrannies. 
O thou famed poet, blind Ma;onides,§ 
Arise, and tell us, thro' thine harmonies, 
About thy heroes of the ancient days, — 
Of great Ulysses' and Achilles' blaze — 
Their Glorv'S blaze, when Agamemnon strove 
Against bold Hector, in the war that LoVE 
Commenced with fury, when Helena fled 
With Paris, leaving Menelaus' bed: 



84 LORD IIEALEV. 

In this grand warring, did these Grecians make 
A prouder record for Tyndarus ' sake? 

And thus in viewing other olden wars, 
When spirit-millions floated by the stars, 
Can we behold a nobler sight than this. 
When men will die for smiling Freedom's kiss? 

O storied Gra^cia,* did thy heroes bleed 
With more devotion in thine urgent need, 
Than these are willing, sweeping o'er the plain 
In Valor's panoply and grim disdain 
For fear of all a tyrant's efforts vain 
To keep them, humble, ' neath his galling chain? 
O Pass of Nature,! where Leonidas 
Fought with his Spartans, striking foemen, was 
Thy band, in daring, any braver than 
These sons of Freedom, pressing Eric's van? 
Or thou, old Marathon, and Leuctra, grand,! 
Or Salamis, by ocean-breezes fann'd,S 
Or e'en famed Cann?e, or Thrasymene,|| 
Had ye a loftier knight-errantry? 

And all the heroes and the sages old. 
Who have bedizzen'd human-kind, extoll'd 
In manners various, have ye better name 
From Founder Ian to Bozzaris-Fame?** 

O redden'd War, and god-like Mars, descend 
To strike these foemen and your strength to lend 
Unto the gallants of this fearless horde, 
That dare all things for Freedom's mighty Lord 
Let Saturn, brooding over field and flood,f f 
Now sate her thirsting for red Moloch's god ;| I 
Let Thor his powers hurl upon the foe§§ 



BATTLE OF LOCH NA DOON. 85 

Of Right, of Justice, in this world below: — 
Descend, and just as Alexander proud, 
Or CjEsar, shining in his thunder-cloud, 
Or strong Sesostris — Rameses as well,* 
And slay the tyrant in your thund'ring knell ! 
Or as some Titan, spreading terror 'round,t 
Sweep off the traitors from the virtuous ground: 
For they are traitors — traitors to their God, 
And to their fellows and their own abode ! 

O bright Osiris, smiling in thy rays,t 
Encourage freemen with thy gracious blaze; 
Or great Diana, in Ephesian pomp,§ 
Pray grant thy glory in a vict'ry-trump: 
Or as thou'lt have it, blest Urania fair,! 
Sweet -sailing in the upper hights of air; 
And thus in saiUng, as the QUEEN of NiGHT, 
She sheds her luster in a mellow light: 
O sweetest Isis, there thou hang'st serene,* ■■^' 
The God of Israel and the earth between ; 
There thou wilt hang until the end of TiME, 
When long ETERNITY will reign sublime ; 
And when at even conies thy vesper light. 
And looking o'er the dreaded field of fight, 
O show'r a blessing from thy radiance 
Upon the righteous in their deathly trance! 
And guard the dead, as in dark Charon's boatff 
Their souls to HEAVEN will in, singing, float ; 
In joy they'll leave this uncongenial shore, 
For one where SORROW cometh nevermore. 

O blessed Canaan, where the angels single 
Perennial anthems, as the birds in spring: 



86 LORD HEALEY. 

There high Arch-Angels, with their trumpets loud, 
Proclaim their voices for their KiNc; avow'd: 
There, Michael, ranking as the greatest one ; 
And Abdiel, who, in Satan's host alone. 
Upheld his Master, when they tempted him ; 
And Gabr'el, herald of the JUDGMENT grim: 
O Seraph-Angels, lend your tow "ring might 
To those who're struggling in a war for Right ; 
Arise, Immortals, from the Other Shore, 
To give your aid to these oppressed sore I 
And O ye false gods and ye goddesses. 
Who've heathens worshipp'd during centuries. 
Come forth from darkness, if ye truly can, 
T' inspire with courage hearts of — only Man : 
Thou, great, bold Ammon, in thine emeralds rare ; f 
Thou, golden Buddha, 'hind thine iron bar;.t 
Come forth, and righten every damning spot 
Of grinding bondage — not the freeman's lot ! 
O lofty Amam, on thy royal mount,§ 
Come down, and open FREEDOM'S welling fount; 
O Doorga, in thy crowded temple fond,|| 
Rule other places as thou'st Doorga Khond ; 
O wiser Mercury, in wisdom fair,'^" '^ 
Impart thy knowledge to those marching there; 
Let thine influence mark their every course 
In Mind's profoundness, so the)' '11 fare no worse 
Among the bravest of the Eric force. 
Sweet, gentle Phoebus — O Apollo great,tt 
On Mount Parnassus, where thou'st often sat. 
To cheer these heroes, from thy seat descend ; 
The pride of ancients and the muses' friend. 



P,ATTI>E OF LOCH NA DOON. 87 

O many others of the olden time, 
Bring to our vision, from your hoary rime, 
Some things of value which ye've boasted of. 
And not in silence stand afar, aloof. 

As this we sayeth, we recall to mind 
The Delphic oracles, — how seeming-kind ! * 
What of the answers that they, varied, gave, 
In mystic meaning, for their fame to save? 
If ye have spoken truly in the past. 
Canst not your power thro ' the ages last? 
If so, unfold before these patriots brave, 
Th' events soon coming on their tidal wave. 

While thou, O Zeus, let thy lightnings fly,t 
To guard from tyrants that are marching nigh ; 
O Be'lzebub, in thine repulsive state,t 
Enchain the fouler in thy deadly weight : 
Let lurid flames of thine infernal fire 
Enwrap the sinner in a last desire; 
For 'tis but justice, as the moral says, 
When he has scorn'd the 'lotted day of grace. 

Hut thou, O Magian, Oromasdes good,§ 
Prevail o'er people for to quit this brood. 
Ere they are dragged to the black abyss. 
Where Arimanius, in his woe, now is. 

v\rise, ye monsters, from the rolling deep, 
That GoRGON-TlME, on his rebounding leap || 
Hath trod for cycles o'er its oceans vast, 
And drive these foemen in the watery waste ! 
Rise, O thou Crocodile of Egypt-fame,** 
Thou large Leviathan of EASTERN name, — 
Destroy these men and the oppressor-king 



88 LORD IIEALEY. 

Upon this field, on which they're marshalUng ! 
If they'll not hearken, 'tis but justice meet ; 
And forward, Yazdan ! for thy freedom sweet,* 
And throw their ranks into confusion dire. 
While Baal looks down in his godly ire ! f 

O wondrous splendor that we now descry I 
As grand as seen on India's i\ssaye,| 
When Wellington, the British "Iron Duke," 
O'ercame Chief Scindiah, whom he did rebuke 
With all the rigor of his mighty arm, 
Amidst Sedition and its wild alarm. 

O could a battle of Napoleon, 
Or our own " Fabius," noble Washington, S 
Be more amazing than our Healey's here, 
Who likewise striketh for his country dear? 

O for a Scott and his crusader pen, 
To ' scribe the objects now within our ken ; 
Or for a Byron, with his soaring verse, 
In which these deeds of glory to rehearse ; 
Or as a Burns, in tracking musically 
The acts of valor on the stretching lea; 
A Moore, or Nature's loving " poet-priest," 
The Bard of Rydal,|| with his theme increased. 
While thus he views embattled man and beast : 
To bring together in one body, all 
The sights appearing, as in prism-wall: 
The fearless daring and nobility 
Against the meanness of all tyranny. 

O come, thou Shakspeare, greatest of the earth, 
And thou, O Milton, singing angels' worth: 
Come, with your beauty and your laurel wreath. 



BATTLE OF LOCH NA DOON. 89 

To sing the praises of these Lords OF Wrath ! 

Descend, O Campbell, from thy regal hight. 

With stirring lays of many deeds of fight ; 

Come, Longfellow, America's own light, 

And lend thy spirit to endeavor right. 

O.couldst thine hero, Hiawatha, be* 

More of a hero than the ones we see? 

Couldst he be worthier of the world's applause. 

Than our Lord Healc}- and his noble cause? 

Afar he strides, an Indian sachem, he. 

Toward the mountains and the western sea : 

His grand achievements we're acquainted with; 

A Man of Wonders and a warrior lithe. 

O great Sowanna, living o'er the plain,t 

Hadst thou a knowledge of this chieftain's reign? 

Bright stream of Hudson, didst thou e'er infuse 

The smile of God-Head in his savage muse? 

Didst Minnehaha, laughing waterfall,}: 

Address him sweetly and most musical? 

And didst, beside it. Aukeetamit singg 

To him of Flora in the joy of SPRING ?|1 

O infinitely greater far than he, 

In acts of glory, is our Lord Healey: 

What high deportment is there in his form ! 

The love of nations in his being warm ! 

O Bu'narotti, — painter, sculptor, bard, — * '^^ 
Didst thou e'er picture any greater starr'd ? 
Famed Raffacllo, lovely artist, thou,t f 
Hast thou conceived a nobler, manlier brow? 
O West, our Country's Ouaker-penc'ler fine,]; J 
And Stuart, tny pupil of the art divine. 



go LORD HEALEY. 

Were your own pictures, tho ' of sterling worth, 

On better subjects that were shadow'd forth? 

Wast thy "WoLFE's DEATH" in any finer course? 

Or thy " Dea'I'II " riding on his pale-white horse? 

O Stuart, wast thine sublimest effort made 

Of sounder glory, when at Vernon laid? 

And with this mention, didst thou e'er engrave, 

O Chantry, figures of a mightier wave ^'' 

Of higher mortals, coming all at once. 

And flush'd with vict'ry, as these patriot sons? 

Come, em'nent Flaxman — Conova beside,t 

And show productions of a grander tide 

Of braver worthies to their land allied ; 

Come forth, thou Reynolds, and thou Allston, too,J 

And give a greater, that your pencils drew, 

Example of the gallant, good and true ! 

O Glory's votVies of the known world. 
Go on and carve, when all the gyves are hurl'd 
From off the nations, by these men of mind. 
Your works of wonder, to their names confined : 
Make statues of illustrious Burke and Pitt,S 
Who shone like jewels in their flashing wit ; 
Of famous Franklin on his mountain-tip, || 
And Jefferson in brilliant statesmanship: 
But could they have that patriotic glow 
With warmer fervor than our Healey now? 
Did they, the champions of the truly good. 
Have better objects or a nobler mood? 

O thou blest Colon, ent'ring empires wild,''^* 
And knowing nothing, as the merest child, 
Of those discov'ries that were springing whole. 



BATTLE OF I.OCH NA BOON. 91 

Which made thee glorious unto every soul: 
Wert thine intentions better in the main, 
Than Healey's aspirations on this plain? 

O Wolfgang, with thy cadence fair and free;* 
Thou, deep Beethoven, with thy melody; 
Beguiling Haydn, living to thyself ;f 
And Handel, master of the music-elf: — t 
Did ye impute a livelier strain and tone 
To what i§ Man's, and only Man's alone? 
Did the fine carols from your deathless lyres 
Swell out to honor braver sons and sires? 

Oh ! Death is sweeten'd, when our lives are done. 
That pass'd in doing well 'beneath the sun ; 
When we have won a lasting world-renown, 
By deeds of goodness, living ages down ! 
In this ambition didst thou once aspire, 
O Howard, stricken in far Kherson dire:S 
Lie lowly 'neath thy monumental guard. 
Till JurxiMENT rouses thee to thy reward ! 
Sq Luther, Knox, and other holy men,|| 
Who fought 'gainst tyrants, with their God's amen. 
Did ye attempt, with an}- grander aim. 
To crush Oppression in your Maker's name? 
Ay, even from the Scottish Hebrides,* * 
And Kilda's islands, in the billowy seas,f f 
To high Gibraltar, with his rock-bound coast,! t 
Did they serve better, keeping at their post ? 
So, also reaching from the NORTHERN LlGHTS,§ § 
To soft Hesperia, with her summery nights, || || 
And Isles of Gr.^cl\ and the Delta-Nile,*** 
Didst blest RELIGION sweep her pleasing smile : 



92 LORD IIEALEV. 

But not at first, but thro' the ages lorn 

The Hope of Bethlehem was slowly borne: * 

Yet to this day, upon the Ganges ' banks, f 

The priests of Brahma chant their heathen thank: 

Tho ■ in thy wisdom. Christian Heber, thou, J 

Uidst thou extinguish nearly this black show: 

The victim passing to the dreadful flame ; 

The last wild shriek: the ashes of the dame! 

And, India, near thee, lying to the north. 

Do Chinese Pa(;a\s sally back and forth, 

While praying Joss for all their earthly goods,§ 

Who rules as Deus in those latitudes. 

O, just as worthy as these men of God, 

Is he who wrestles with the tyrant's rod ; 

And better, greater, than all Pagan dreams. 

Is he who struggles for our Jordan-streams! 

And this is Healey, op'ning fountains, closed 

By ruthless Eric in his will disposed. 

"A god he strides," — a god with mortal man, 

Who reaps his vict'ries in his foemen's van ; 

Who, like a Samson, dooms his enemies ; 1| 

A shaggy Leo, and a Hercules!^'* 

Now, soon the battle's storm begins to break; 
The sun is shining over yonder peak ; 
Great crowds of thousands are appearing far. 
Who have been gather'd for decisive war. 

Now, Frea, lend thy mystic power here,f f 
As didst old Maia to her son most dear; 
O Thor, within thy looming thunder-cloud. 
Strike — wound — and slaughter, — for these war 
proud ! 



BATTLE (3F LOCll NA DOON. 93 

Thou, O Ferrara, with thy blades of steel,* 
Strike home, and make these dastard villains reel ! 
O cut in twain the binding Gordian-knot,t 
That's held the millions in one cursed lot ! 

Soon comes the shock — the struggle's dinning shod 
So fierce, that hills and valleys seem to rock : 
O lend thy power, giant Atlas, now, J 
To rend this planet from these tyrants low ! 

As some wild tempest, raging furiously 
From over countries by the Caspian Sea;§ 
Or as Sirocco, with his fatal breath, |i 
Who hurls his victims to a hurried death : 
So rush these, sweeping on the coming foe 
With bravery fearless and with hearts aglow : 
Like waters swirling from the Maranon,** 
They fly, to almost certain vict'ry won, 
That they have known tends their lance and shield, 
To make them masters of the bloody field ! 

But see him moving, val'rous Healey brave, 
Afront his forces, like a mountain-wave ; 
More than the others goes he to the fight 
As Ilion's warrior, or opposing knight: 
Swift on his courser leads he in the van, 
Like spritely Ariel, or as happy Pan ; f f 
No terrors daunt him seeking liberty ; 
His Spartan courage scorns a failing free ! J J 
He strikes with vigor every foe he meets ; 
He striketh now, as he in warring greets 
Their serried cohorts in their bright array 
Of glinting armor in the light of day: 
None can outvie him in his martial mind ; 



94 



LORD IIEALEY. 

He lives a hero, in his deeds enshrined ! 

Ah ! see him rolHng Eric's columns back, 

As on he rideth in his arrow-track ; 

Upon the right he pushes on to them ; 

While Eric's left he aimeth then to hem: 

Pierces the center of his foremost line ; 

He storms and pitches on his barb divine: 

What could be grander that the world's produced? 

An athlete fighting for the laws abused ! 

Anon he watches for the tyrant near ; 
He fails to see him ; will he e'er appear? 
Now, there's one yonder that he's fain to know ; 
He fights toward him, giving blow for blow ! 
At last he standeth where his foeman stood ; 
He is not here, where he has foughten good: 
Ha! there he is upon his high career, 
In leveling dozens with his awful spear! 

"Aha, my warrior!" \'ells Lord Heale}' now: 
" Thy time hath ended on this spot below ! 
Prepare for action, for thy day hath waned, 
If thou art terrible in this strife distain'd !" 

" Lo, lordly Healey, thou may killest me. 
But never, never wilt I fight with thee! 
I lovest thee, and if thou choo'st to slay 
Thy friend and servant, I have naught to say ! " 

He said : and flinging down his spear and shield. 
And brazen helmet, he prepares to yield. 

" By Holy Love! thou art Sir Gerald, him. 
Who bends himself to my unruly whim. 
And throws his weapons to the reeking ground. 
Ere he wilt strike me, tho ' ni)' taunts abound 



. BATTI,E OF LOCH NA DOON. 95 

With bitter meaning and in sense ill-found ! 

But pray, where 's Eric? I have heard he's here; 

And tell me quickly, if thou lov'st me dear; 

As thou, too, knoweth I have sworn an oath. 

To crush his power and his person — both ! 

I took thee for his royal kinglyship, 

Till I learnt better from thy truthful lip: 

For I believ'st thee: as no man wouldst throw 

His weapons from him if I wert his foe." 

" Thou speaketh manly, noble Healey, now." 

"Yet, O thou Gerald, let me thus avow 
My heartfelt sorrow for that sinful heat, 
Of which I'm guilty, toward thy person sweet : 
I have been worried in my mind to do't: 
So now I hopest this wilt end dispute." 

"Thou'rt right, O Healey, and here is my hand 
To smother failings that I reprimand." 

They shake, make up: then noble Healey asks 
About their foemen and their different masks ; 
Sir Gerald tells him ; and he in his turn 
Speaks of his dangers, which he can discern : 
He tells him briefly how he 'scaped the bog, 
Where all were wrapped in a murky fog: 
As they were striving in the vapory gloom. 
The foemen fled to a far greater doom. 
Where his battalions could be then array 'd 
Against their forces ; needing not to wade 
Within the marshes and the moorlands lone. 
Where not a curlew o'er their tracts hath flown ! 

By this, the strife began to wax apace 
In utmost fury, and the charging brays 



96 LORD HEALEY. 

In dread, discordant symphony among 
The squadrons, hurried in the war along. 

Now Gerald separates from Healey bold. 
To fight for Freedom on the gory wold ; 
And Healey, — Al'ric in his Gothic pride, — * 
Doth fling antag'nists from his either side: 
Swift as an eagle rides he onward still ; 
The force of nations in his iron will : 
Like Grajcia's Cimon, or Themistocles,t 
Or that stern statesman, Athen's Pericles,! 
Or mountain torrents from their rocky source, 
He rushes onward — onward in his course! 
O giant Healey, dost thou well display 
Thy strength and valor thro' this heated day. 
In this arena that thy soul doth love, 
Where thou art fighting for thy God above : 
Keep on, and punish tyrants with thy sword ; 
Let earth encore thee with one sweet accord. 
For thy just mandates, sweeping thro' the globe, 
When blessed LIBERTY a king wouldst rob, 
And place the power of all things to be 
Within Jiis sceptre, ruling miserably ! 

Ah, with thy vigor, warring ceases soon ; 
Then rises fiercely by the Loch na Doon ; 
Then calms to nothing, as we word it so ; 
Then, bellowing, roaring, it then rises slow: 
So on, and on, until the sun hath trod 
His course diurnal, and whose slanting road 
Begins to herald the approach of eve, 
When stars their stories will resume to weave. 
Now, there's a rider thou hast hunted oft ; 



BATTLE OK I.OCII NA DOON. 97 

He shines with grandeur in the meadow 'd croft ; 
How bold his bearing! What a spirit proud 
That armor hideth 'neath its clanking loud ! 
Lord Healey reins beside his fiery steed ; 
King Eric halteth in his comet speed : 

" Now diest, Healey, as a bloody hound, 
That drinkcth deeply from his victim's wound!" 

" But thou'lt be dead before I'lt deign to go! 
Thou, who art ' surper to a throne below ! 
Few are thine equal as a devil's imp! 
An earthy fossil, and a shelled shrimp ! 
And thou art all that I have saidest here ; 
And more: who canst thy many faults make clear? 
A Dionysius, wheedling Syracuse; 
And thou art wheedling all thine abject crews : 
But rit Timoleon, in his freedom, be,^" 
To crush thee wholly on the land and sea ! 
Our God hath spoken: mayest thou beware! 
Thy death-note's falling on the waiting air ! 
The gods have spoken ; witches prophesied 
Thou wouldst, hereafter, in the grave abide! 
Howe'er these augur, — witches, gods and signs, — 
They're nearing surely as yon day-god shines ! 
But mine own conscience, and mine oath to God, 
To throw thee headlong into yonder flood. 
If thou shouldst dare to cross the mark of yore. 
Which we agreed to in the years before. 
Compels the action, as I'm struggling on. 
To hurl thee headlong from yon hight of stone! 
And now preparest, for our God above 
Hath wrought thy ruin, since thy rabble rove 



98 LORD HEALEY. 

My country's dingle, and her pebbled shore, 
So they'll trespass upon it nevermore! " 

With this he wheels upon King Eric mail'd ; 
Their lances quiver, as their blows are hail'd ; 
The ones of Eric haste to aid their lord ; 
While Healey's forces fly to lend their sword 
Unto their ruler midst the howHng horde. 

" Thou liest, villain, in thine every word ! 
Take that, and that ! " and the loud blows are heard 
But what are they upon the steel-clad one. 
Who shines like Anion in yon setting sun?* 

As waves from over the ^Egean Sea,t 
In roughen'd billows, rolling far and free ; 
Or sandy simooms from Sahara drear, 
Sweep nearly over Mauritania near;|' 
Or as that classic Hellespont of old,S 
Which broke the bridges of King Xerxes bold ; 
Or cyclones, swelling in the Indian Seas,|| 
So fast they're rushing thro ' the evening breeze! 

" Aha, King Eric, wilt I soon repay 
The death of Roland and its fated day! " 

Lord Healey says, and parring with a glee 
The thrusts of Eric, foils him splendidly. 
They fight — they're reeling, a confused mass. 
Horse, king, and foll'wer, of whatever class ; 
Death-blows are given ; blood is welling free 
From 'neath the corselets of the chivalry. 
What grander vision can e'er break to sight ? 
A royal monarch and a lord in fight ; 
One strives for FREEDOM ; while the other dares 
The storm of battle for a TYRANT'S cares. 



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Now, one by one the Eric host is slain ; 
The sun is setting in the azure plain ; 
The death that boded hath descended here ; 
No more will victims poise the barbed spear: 
All gone, except the one who fights for life, 
And they who're fleeing at the close of strife: 
This king has always 'joy'd a fame in war: 
But now he meets one who is greater far 
With deadly lance and prowess muscular. 

Alas for Eric ! Healey strikes a place. 
That almost throws him from his wonted brace ; 
Lord Healey follows with another thud. 
Which blinds his vision in his spouting blood ; 
And still another: Eric falls beneath 
His prancing charger in the throes of death ; 
And thus relieved from every man's constraint, 
The courser speeds into the darkness faint : 
Yet, still undaunted, Eric strives to rise, 
And slay his rival, whom he foully eyes : 
With one more effort aims he toward his foe ; 
But Healey grasps him, ere he strikes the blow: 
He drags him to the river's seething loch ; 
He hurls him over a Parpeian rock;* 
The monarch sinks within the surges black; 
Another Barathrum and felon's wrack If 

Our Healey wavers, as he throws him in : 
Was it a misdeed, and was it a sin? 
Did not Lord Healey caution him to peace? 
But he refused any strife to cease. 
With heated senses Healey gazes long 
Into the waters, where this son of WRONG 



oo LORD IIEALEV. 

Hath found a mantle ' neath the billows wild, 
And where they hold him, as a little child. 
He then returns unto his conq'ring band, 
That's scatter 'd o'er the troubled, reeking land ; 
He calls them loudly on the bugle-horn, 
T ' inter the dead against the light of morn. 

O hallow'd goddess, as thou riseth now 
From o'er the shadowy horizon's brow, 
Smile sweetly on the dotting grave-mounds high. 
And light the beds of those who laugh 'd to die! 
And Jupiter the Liberator bland,* 
Call down thy blessings on this patriot land : 
Call to the people on their native shore. 
And cry, " Your Freedom ! Won for evermore ! 
Sweet, O thou soareth, gentle MdON serene. 
While bright Orion gilds the western scene ; f 
And Hesper twinkles in her light afar,t 
Midst constellations and each lesser star: 
And dear to pilgrims is that POLAR LlGilT,§ 
Which guides us mortals in our paths aright ; 
And also glittering in the " central blue," 
The Taurus Pleiads come before our view.|| 
Descend, O Twilight, softly o'er the plain, 
And wrap Old Earth within thy starry reign ; 
Sleep, balmy Zephyr, in thy mountain-cave! 
Arise, ye spirits, thro' the airy wave! 

Peace all around — Peace now takes her sway. 
To rule by night-time, and to rule by day. 
To soar for ever on her FREEDOM'S wing. 
And live eternal by Castalia's spring!** 
Yea, thrilling conflict, where OPPRESSION fell 



BATTLE OF LOCH NA DOON. ] 

Down — down to devils in a burning Hell! 
Fair LIBERTY, ennobling cause of all, 
Hath wov'n her vict'ries in a gorgeous pall. 

O for a harp of many minstrel-tunes, 
To sing of warring as our Loch na Boon's; 
To sing of deeds of this IMMORTAL Band,* 
That strove, as Elam's, with a daring hand ; 
That fought, like Hercules, with giants bold. 
Or Charlemagne in all his empires old ; t 
That gather 'd, as they who on Tara's hight t 
Amass 'd their forces for the freeman's fight. 

O with thy music, charming Bartholdy,§ 
Come, sing the praises of this victory : 
'Tis past description, but we only can 
Review the battle as one struggling man : 
For, all imagined it depended on 
Each one to gain it, and himself alone: 
So on they press 'd, until their foes were thrown 
Into confusion with such pith and bone 
As they possess'd, in love of country shown. 

O write, historians, of such wondrous times. 
When Death swept freely o'er the naked crimes 
When expiation was at length destroy'd ; 
A moral, truly, for our days alloy'd ! 
For Man's degeneracy's now so much. 
That none are free from its degrading clutch ; 
And if our MAKER should adjudge us soon. 
How would us sinners stand before His throne ! 
We fear the sentence; tho' we'll e'er prevail 
Upon our SAVIOR, whom our beings hail, 
To shield us from the terrible, swift rod 



>2 LORD IIEALEY. 

Of the omnipotent, avenging God ! 

Thro' Christ alone we can aspire to Heaven 

By worshipping, and be thro ' Him forgiven ! 

O mighty " valor rolling on the foe," 
When Day-light shower'd livid rays below ! 
Then did our Healey, on a Pherenes,* 
Prodigious courage show throughout with these — 
With these, his troopers, flashing gaudil)' 
Among the foemen, looking wond'ringly: 
When, with his daring and his manly hits. 
He shamed us moderns in an Austcrlitz,t 
And gave examples to the ' stonish'd \Vorld, 
That Ri(;nT must govern, tho ' all Mkiht's down- 

hurl'd ! 
Yea ; on this Plodden of the trampled lea,t 
Were brilliant contests of the chivalry ; 
And just as glorious as Caerleon's old,§ 
Where knights, in tourneys, were together roll'd ; 
Or when, in Lyonesse, King Arthur fought |1 
The rebel Modred with a mind distraught ; 
And when he, himself, went afar, away. 
To isled Avilion in the pearly day. 
So thoughts will come upon this ancient fight. 
Which shows us measures of the wrong and right ; 
So we have sang a carol of the free, 
In praise of freemen and their liberty. 
Who nerve the hand and steel the heart from fear. 
While thus embattled for all they hold most dear: 
And lording over every sea and plain. 
They dread no danger on the bounding main. 
Nor woe which cometh to their arms a-land. 



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But storm them manly with their little band. 
As fine, surprising, and as strange a tale 
As poet-legends of the Holy Grail,* 
Is this, that Healey, with one country small, 
Couldst break a POWER and its loathsome thrall : 
Yet, is it wonderful after all that's been? 
For God's fair dealing in their cause is seen ; 
And He hath willed that His justice should, 
Without a failure, be for ever good. 

So rise, O Moon, into the heavens mild. 
And throw thy glances on this gory field ; 
Advance, ye hosts of yonder starry arch. 
Where countless glories do for cycles march. 
Where giant cent'ries will for ages roll. 
And spread their powers from one pole, to pole. 
Where God and angels, with His throne on high, 
Will sweep with splendor all the upper sky. 
And when the day-star will begin to reign, 
And look on them — the living and the slain ! 

XIV.— RE-UNION. 

I. 

Scene, — Cecil's manor-halls: 
Friends have now gather'd for the joy and feast ; 
The baron's daughter hath return'd from brawls, 
Where War his visor had put on at last, 

To crush the tyrant bold: • 
Few have beheld such gleeful merriment ; 
Not, since the time when Athen's laid her hold 



I04 LORD HEALEY. 

On her authority to Sparta lent — * 
Lent, for a thne, till she obtain'd her end 
Thro ' Thrasabulus, who was her devoted friend. f 

All's lost in luxur}' : 

The halls are ringing with the wassail-shout ; 
Fair women, led by th" respective chivalr)', 

Are on parterres, or in the halls about: 
Sweet Peace is brooding here: 

Naught, save the clatter of the flagon large 
Comes to molest the warring chevalier: 

Reign, O Peace, tho' a thousand thousand charge 
Against thy quiet, coming from afar! 
Thy Healey's watching from his glowing natal star!]. 

But hark ! Into the night 

The manor-bell begins its clashing, clang. 
As if the spirits, on their godly hight. 

Were beating loudly on some dragon's fang;§ 
And now they go, the gay, 

To hear the story of old Cecil's Naive, 
When she was held by Urban far away, 

7\nd what then happen'd, ere her friends could save; 
And all the dangers, all the woes that she 
Endured for MoNOR, and for purest Honor free. 

Within a room they wait : 
P"air Naive is sitting on a platform raised, 
Like Cleopatra, ruling crowds in state, || 

Or famed Semiramis, in Nin'veh praised:** 
Fair she sits, folding BEAUTY 



RE-UNION. 105 

Within her deUcate and fragile form ; 
Like soaring KNOWLEDGE, Grace, and lovely DuTV, 

She sways her hearers with her being warm ; 
None can outvie her in her witchery sweet, 
That throws enamor'd gallants at my lady's feet. 

" Good friends," she now doth say: 

" Ye've come to list to my adventures strange ; 
Ye are not ' ware of what took place the day 

When I wast taken from the moated grange: 
As I wast there, enwraptured 

With dreams of days which are forever gone ; 
But thought I little that I shouldst be captured, 

y\nd be one cause in putting troubles on : 
Yet this wast so: in turning back, behold I 
I wast impressed by the few of Eric bold ! 

" Such were their doings here: 

Away to the far southward I wast borne. 
Unto Sir Urban with his bloody spear: 

Since he hadst kill'd Sir Roland near the Doon, 
Just only shortly after 

1 wast imprison'd by his master's order; 
And, getting vexed at his taunts and laughter, 

I wast compell'd to answer in disorder 
His keen, sarcastic words of loathsome marriage; 
And thus he spake, despite their chance miscarriage: 

■ "'Thou must be solely mine! 
My heart hath spoken: Eric is undone: 
But if thou 'fuseth any thing that's thine. 



io6 LORD HEALEY. 

rit swear to kill thee, by yon setting sun! 
Mithras hath justly ansvver'd** 

My prayers, petitions for an one like thee: 
So get thee gone into my quarters, fancied 

Thine and mine within the great To-Be! ' 
So in I went beneath his tented roof, 
To weep for Liberty from me afar, aloof! 

" But ended here his passion ? 

O wouldst to God it hadst been all, no more ! 
But near the dawn, as 'twas his usual fashion. 

He came my way, and stood inside the door; 
And then, in taunting me, 

He spake at large of various things of woe: 
I can't remember half he said with dree: 

It were too shocking for to tell it now ; 
Suffice to speak of how he plann'd to place 
Me in a battle, for his van to woman-grace. 

" Then, anger 'd, he left me, 

Singing a song of blighting devil-lore, 
Fit for some pirate of the tidal sea, 

More than a chieftain fighting for his shore: 
Loudly didst he sing it. 

Sounding clear, and clearer on the ear. 
Until the camp-ground, as a joyous linnet, 

Reverberated with its horrid jeer: 
This is it, as I canst well recollect it, 
Which'll make all shudder as they retrospect it : 

" ' Sing, sing Maro, 

Of proud Satan's reign; 



RE-UNION. " T07 

Sing, sing Maro, 

Of his writhing pain ! 
In the fiery prison 
Of hell-bought derision, 
Gladly wilt he gather 
From the Heav'nly Father 

Myriads, at his beck: 
Then, O then, wilt Satan 
E'er his people rate on 

Fury, to bedeck ; 
And the burning trials, 
Out of deadly vials, 
Shall enrich his glory — 

Glory evermore; 
For it's told in story 
That he loves to worry, 
Harass, mock and flurry 

Victims, gone before. — 
This is true to nature: 
Every mortal creature. 
Large, or small of feature, 

Shalt his bounty taste 
Either here or after ! 
Fill'd each leaden rafter * 

With a demon's laughter 

In the lurid waste! 
While the damn'd still living 
Are in silence giving 
Alms to Hell in driving 

In Sir Urban's foes: — 
Hell, his imps and subjects 



io8 • LORD IIEALEY. 

Shout, — O horrid objects! — 
At grim Satan's projects, 

Where the furnace glows: 
Singing, ' Hellish devils, 
In the grimy revels, 
Guard your sacred evils 

From all hands but ours : ' 
Singing, ' O thou Maro, 
O thou learned Maro, 
Tell thy people, e'er oh ! 
. Of Apollyon's powers I ' ' 

" This is the song, or poem : 

Perhaps it was the air which fill'd with dread: 
However, it was but the sliding proem 

Of what was coming, stealing on ahead : 
So then, when the day -light 

Showered largess from empyreal skies, 
I wast environ'd in a dinning fight, 

Which I escaped thro' FORTUNE'S subtleties: 
Sir Urban 's force divided to the left. 
Which made me hopeful for my liberty bereft. 

* " But got I rid of him ? 

No: when he found the battle not his own, 

He caught my charger, — hobbled, lithe and trim, — 

And hurried on a-dovvn the Loch na Doon, 

Toward his castle-halls : 
And there he kept me, waiting for a chance 
To rescued be from such polluted stalls ; 

While oft he'd threaten, with the ax or lance, 



RE-UNION. 109 

So that I'dst marry him without delay; 

Or, if I'dst speak against, he wouldst me surely slay. 

"Yet Providence, that Star, 

Hadst folded me within its spotless folds: 
There came a time when the uncertain war 

Call'd Urban off, to struggles on the wolds: 
Then, then didst I endeavor 

To flee away from his degraded halls ; 
And with it, sped the news that he wouldst never 

Preside again within his castle-walls: 
He hadst been slain by will of Eric proud. 
Because he took me: Thing he wouldst have ne'er allow'd. 

"Then came another word, 

Of Eric's death, by lordly Healey brave; 
And soon thereafter at the gates were heard 

His warriors pounding, for my life to save. 
The hero-knight sent them. 

With bold Sir Ayton of his goodly cause: 
So, in all dangers that I hadst to stem, 

I wast preserved by God's almighty laws; 
And now, companions, let us joyful be. 
And drink our fortunes in these Bacchanalia free!"tf 

She 'rose, and stepped off 
The dais, ' midst the ring of happy throats : 
The ones, that, hearing, smother 'd anger rough. 

Now grant her praises, which her daring votes. 

And thro' the waning night, 
The song, the dance, and the rich-flowing wine, 



no LORD HEALEY. 

Still keep preeminence throughout with knight 

And lady fair, who are rejoicing fine; 
And leaving them to their own souls' content, 
We soar our fancy to the following event : 

II. 

What say'st of this proceeding — 

The great re-union of all hearts and hands? 
The despot down, the people now succeeding 

To reunite themselves in equal bands: 
' Tis proper ; and we'll leave 

Posterity the glow we can't express. 
To know that all they are, and all they have. 

Is from our Healey, living but to bless: | J 
Yet we shall mention one more word of praise 
About their country and their patriotic ways: 

The foemen, seeing good 

To issue from Lord Healey's government, 
Sent deputies to greet his multitude, 

And ask to have their states for ever blent : 
Thus seeing, they relinquish'd 

Resentments to him, knowing he was right. 
And gave the world a thrilling and distinguish 'd 

Precept to go by ; flinging evils light 
Toward the background, hoping gladsome things: 
What noble sentiments great P'reedom brings! 



ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. in 

XV.— ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. 

Sweet Philomela sings her nightly song"^' 
Beside the river, where King Eric lies ; 

Her mate hath left her to be absent long, 
Hence the lorn trillings of her melodies! 

The birdling twitter in the waving trees. 
The beetle's droning, and the insect's hum, 

Waft laz'ly on the moving southern breeze, 

Which makes such troopers to our climate come. 

Faint vapors rising from the meadow near, 
Veil Luna's count'nance in the blue expanse;! 

They float in clouds of misty smoke, and clear. 
To sprinkle dew-drops, that the scenes enhance. 

The cooings of the loving turtle-dove 

Have long been silent on the heath and moor; 

The sky-lark's matins in the realms above. 
Are hush'd in Nature's quiet evening hour. 

No more are warriors fighting on the plain ; 

Some sleep in slumbers of no waking here; 
Others are busy with the reeking slain, 

To place the fallen ' neath their sodded bier. 

All's quiet, hallow'd, like sepulchral mold; 

Calm Peace is dwelling on this field of strife: 
But for the prince of heated temper bold. 

All might be Uving, full of vig'rous life. 



12 LORD IIEALEY. 

How sad mistakes will take head and live 
In various seasons, and in rank and birth! 

The hearts of freemen will not further give 
A lasting fame to rulers of the earth, 

Unless they struggle for the rights of men, 
A cause most worthy of the Good and JuST: 

Unless they battle like to this, again 

They'll fall to lowness in their kindred dust! 

And so abhorred by the passing days, 

Their blacken'd mem Vies will in misery die: 

Their ev'ry action will but serve to blaze 
The hated meanness of their tyranny. 

So this is Eric's, and so must this be 

The fate of tyrants, vv^hether strong or not ; 

Their end is fitting! Let the raging sea 

Leave this dark record for their fame to blot ! 

But what is sweeter to innnortal ear, 
Heard by the spirit over its own clay. 

Than that the whispers of the world, declare 
" He died for FREEDOM ! Blessed be his pay ! 

Yet how despondent it must feel, to hear 
Its name abandon'd to the scoffing jest! 

To know that always it shall thus appear 
The incarnation of a worldly pest ! 

Oh ! greater is the rustic, — plowing swain, — 
Rear'd as a Dryad, than a princely king!| 



ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. 113 

A plodding vender, or a fisher plain, 

Than be his abject and his worthless thing! 

Better the frailest man of common means, 
Who ekes a living out of pittance small : 

For if he's righteous, Jesus ever screens 
His poorness simple in His graces all. 

Since He loves ever those who trust His WoRl), 
Thro" all the trials of this earthly clime, 

And tries them only \vith AFFLICTION'S sword, 
To grant their wishes in the coming time. 

So as a Solomon, He gives them great — 

Great gifts beyond the dreamer's sanguine hope: § 

Then bow, ye millions, 'fore our POTENTATE, 
Who lives to raise the lowly where they grope ! 

And thro' His GRACE, and their exertions, too. 
The poorest mortals may arise to worth ; 

How their weak fortunes will, continued, grow 
Into proportion to their former dearth! 

The best example that we have of this, 

A very w.onder to the miser knurl'd, 
Which shows that MERIT will on high arise. 

Is Lincoln's Star within our Western World ! 

Yet do I never, in my musing mind. 

Condemn the rich, because they're rich, alone: 

Away ideas, that they'll be assign 'd 

To dread Perdition for their lucre known ! 



114 LORD IIEALEY. 

If they are virtuous, it is all's required : 

The wealth of nations will not harm the man, 

Whose heart is filling with The TRUTH inspired: 
That's God's commandment in His moral plan. 

Tho' many hold that Gain will maketh bad: — 
Let him be cautious who hath it in hand, 

Lest he may fall into the mire, clad 
Like Eric, folded in the watery sand. 

'Tis well in fearing any thing as such: 

In this, good humans have been stricken down : 

We all are mortals, and are weaken 'd much 
By baned AUVERSITV of darken'd frown. 

So let us trust in a supremer BEING 

Than fickle Fortune, living but a day: 

The One Eternal and the All-foreseeing, 
Who will not cast our fragile barks away. 

And in our faith of His benignant smile. 

Let us remember th' nearing hour of doom; 

That we will revel yet a little while 

Amidst the pleasures of this worldly home: 

Then, be our station either high or low. 
We'll all be gather 'd in one common bed : 

The great, the wealthy, and the poorest now. 
Shall then be equal — number'd with the dead ! 

Now, who will live throughout E'l'ERNlTY? 
The great and holy, dwelling with their Lord : 



ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. 115 

These are the royal of FRATERNITY, 

Who dwell together in one sweet concord. 

For to be holy, it is to be great ; 

The twain are jointed in all noble climes: 
So it behooves us, every one of FATE, 

To strive for glory in our fleeting times. 

As he who acteth well his pers'nal part. 
And lives according to the Holy Writ, 

Who serves his brethren with a giant's heart. 
And leaves a mcm'ry all in glory lit. 

Will meet reward upon the " Other Shore," 
For deeds and morals to his brothers given. 

That'll stand for ages — ages flying o'er 

The hights and kingdoms of IMMORTAL HEAVEN ! 

Oh ! blest it is to live in minds of men 

For something glorious, something for the soul ! 

This is the noblest aspiration, when 

We leave examples, tho ' the cycles roll 

Together onward in the GOLDEN Day, 
To be the patterns of each newer age : 

These are attributes, and this is the pay 

That Greatness craveth in the bard or sage! 

But when we view the hist'ry of this king. 

We fail to ' scover any good of note ; 
His sole ambition was to make all cringe 

Before the power which he meanly got ; 



Il6 LORD HEALEY. 

To lord it over every neighb'ring land, 

Despite the treaties that he sign'd for peace; 

To make pretexts against a weaker band, 
Whom he might conquer with a little ease; 

And thus he open'd many ruthless wars, 
Which simply could have been averted, by 

Observing justice and a statesman's cares 
In giving people peace to live and die. 

' So on he ventured in his doings vain, 
Until he fell anear the Loch na Doon ; 
And now he lieth ' neath the sandy main, 

Abhorr'd by millions where his name is known ! 

This should be warning to those high in state, — 
If he was 'surpcr to a throne and crown, — 

To sway with merc}% and to meditate 

Good deeds to those who dwell in tow'r and town. 

'Tis not they're monarch that they must be great, 

A station gotten by inheritance: 
But true nobility of SoUL'S estate 

Is grander, greater, in the sage's glance: 

Look at a Solon's splendid Athen-laws, 

A strong Lycurgus of the Spartan view ;* * 

Have kings espoused a nobler, better cause. 
And held it longer, than old Graecia's two? 

Or Wisdom's body of Colossal minds,! f 

Whom it, our COUNTRY'S CONSTITUTION, framed; 



ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ERIC. 117 

Where is more freedom every tyrant binds, 

Than, — potent, vig'rous, — in these thinkers named? 

1 trow, and others have to do the same, 

With Chatham's discourse on their knowledge fair: 
The world hath never out of greater fame 

Put forth such champions of a people rare.): t 

No: here we see a Tully in an one,§ § 

Who bursts with eloquence the GATES OF WOE ; 
A Coeur-de-Lion in another son,|| || 

Who served his nation fighting 'gainst her foe; 

A dying Hampden of our "Starry Flag," i 
On Bunker's Hill, a-bleeding out his life ; 

A great O'Connell, never known to lag, 3 

When Duty call'd him to the rostrum-strife; 

A daring Wallace, tho ' of roughen'd tongue, 3 
Whose heart was loyal to his country's call ; 

And scores of others, that the shackles wrung 
From off their bodies, who were freemen all. 

To these, what contrast is between them loved, — 
This king, and heroes of their liberty, — 

Who went thro' fire for their rights, unmoved ; 
At Valley Forge, thro ' heavy snows, to die 4 

At sultry Monmouth and the Brandywine,5 
Did they e'er battle like the giants huge ; 

And Yorktown saw their glorious valor shine, 6 
When Lord Cornwallis met that wild deluge. 



1 i8 LORD IIEALEY. 

Which forced his trenches, and surrender, too, 
And check'd his bragging with a triumph then : 7 

What! could he conquer such a mighty crew, 
Who fought Uke tigers more than mortal men ! 

Oh I what are they, and what is Eric now? 

The ages echo with their names for aye, 
While his own mem'ry evermore will show. 

With Herod's, blackness to the latest day I 8 

O kings and princes, shun his fate and live 

In hearts of HoNOR, thro' your kindness qlieap ; 

It costs but little to befriend, and give 

Your seeds for harvest, for all men to reap ; 

And do not sow as trait'rous Arnold did, 

Or Judas, crim'nal in all CHRISTIAN lands ; 9 

But like Demosthenes, who scorn 'd the bid 
Made by King Philip's Macedonian bands; 10 

Who scorn 'd them coldly, and kept true to them. 
His country's people, falling from their power; 

Who valued HONOR, and who loathed a gem 
Which came not from it, but from tyrant-dower. 

O men and monarchs, of whatever rank. 

Take heed of Eric, who hath wrong'd his land ! 

Alas, see where his body lieth dank. 
Beneath the waters of the river grand ! 

While o'er him dash the minnows' swarming-school. 
The winds are sighing o'er his sandy bier; 



INTERLUDE. 119 

While breathless mention's madeth of a rule, 
That filled nations with an awful fear: 

For they had fear'd him as a rav'nous wolf, 
Who stopt at nothing till he's full of blood : 

But now he's landed o'er the raging gulf. 

Which shuts us mortals from a Hell or GoD I 

Then, roll on waters to the boiling deep, 
And bear his mem'ry, if ye will, with ye ! 

So break, O MoRN, from thy lethargic sleep. 

And blaze Christ's Freedom o'er the land and 



INTERLUDE. 

Again we sing with joyous ode 
Another liberty ; again 
The deeds of Healey, and his mode. 
In quelling, like the summer-rain, 
The fever-heat of nations fierce, 
Who know no bounds of good or bad. 
But by that vi'lence on the plain. 
Or ocean, which to now rehearse. 
Would out of time and season be. 
When godly ones are also made : 
So we shall fling to waters free, 
With Eric, all of loathsomeness. 
And sing of Valor's mighty fray. 
When Freedom, in her handsomeness, 
Prevail'd o'er foemen yesterday 



LORD IIEALEY. 

To meet result and splendidness ; 
While all of Virtue, all of Fame, 
Mingled with AVARICE and Shame, 
Are midst the rulers of the STATE, 
To free, or chain with deadly weight : 
No one can find with nobler mind 
A person, who, in these entwined, 
Can then resist their soothing charms. 
And, soon surmounting every thing, 
O'ercome those rabid, haunting arms. 
Which make a tyrant of the king ; 
And, overcoming, they'll throw out 
Supremely mandates o'er the land, 
Temper 'd by God's own rigid laws. 
While rustic, noble, or the lout. 
Can find no great objections, flav/s. 
That their own justice could demand. 
Oh ! this is Healey, like a seer. 
Who knoweth when to work or fight ; 
Who knoweth when to stop, appear, 
Upon the turning stage of life. 
When woes arise against the RiGlIT, 
To crush it dead with foulness rife! 
He scorneth every obstacle, 
When Meanness, with his particle 
Of pompous Pride and grinding Band, 
Comes to enslave his native land : 
Then does our Healey move about 
A strong Goliath in his mail,* 
To smite the enemy, that quail 
Where'er he rideth thro ' the lists, 



INTERLUDE. i 

And Storms around, within, without. 

Their thronged cohorts in the mists ! 

And when he makes their daring yield, 

He mounts the throne with regal crown, 

And sways with popularity 

Alike in STATE and gory F[ELD, 

By perpetrating with renown 

The actions of -the Good and FREE ! — 

Thro' his revolt from TvRANNV, 

He brings the hearts of millions warm 

Unto his bosom, that is far 

Of more account than e\'er war 

Upon them — war, that doth deform 

All noble principles so rare! 

This is the only way to get 

The peoples ' everlasting love ; 

This is the justice that will yet 

Surprise the monarchs of the globe. 

Whether the CzAR, or POPE in robe. 

The Ottoman of far Stamboul.f 

The princes of Ashantee black, t 

The Chinese of the Pagan pack, 

By Love that cometh from above 

To save Its nations from their rule ! 

Ay ; reading this, we readeth how 

Lord Healey serves the commonweal, — 

With all the ardor of his zeal, 

That's free of artifice and stealth, — 

By making laws for men of wealth, 

And for the peasant, high or low, 

l^y forming statutes on the ground 



LORD HEALEY. 

Of Liberty, wherever found, 

By treating all of Right the same. 

If they were once deprived of name 

Of freemen, while they wore the }'okc 

Enforced on them by the ones 

Who made the nations, whom thc)- broke 

Into submissive loyalty, 

Pass underneath this hated thing. 

As trophies of their victory ! § 

O Healey, wheresoe'er th}- sons 

May dwell in harmony, and sing 

Of battle-axes' vivid gleam. 

Of sounding warfare, and the steam 

Arising from the reeking wold. 

May they for ever then behold 

The scenery of this ancient dream. 

Depicted by the poets old, 

And bless thy name, remembrance dear. 

For peace and plenty, year to year ; 

As thou deserveth every praise 

That mortal canst bestow on man. 

The laurel'd glor}% and the bays 

Of Tasso, won as honorable || 

As he hath won them in the van 

Of changing ode and syllable. 

Great warrior! onward is thy course 

For loving TRUTH and LIBERTY, 

And spotless Honor, gem of all: 

Press forward in the rolling tide 

Of years a-coming, and e'er force 

From earth the kings of tyranny. 



INTERLUDE. 123 

Their shameless doings, and the thrall 

Descending from such ancestr)-, 

The mocking grandeur, and the pride 

Like that of Wolsey, when his wide 

And wicked meanness came to light. 

From ' neath a BiSliOP'S garments white :'^'^ 

Thus by thee we perceive that good 

Must reign supreme upon the earth, 

Or else our great Almigty, — God, — 

Will sweep the nations with a dearth. 

Or bloodshed, showing which is best. 

The Wrong or Right, the Pure or Foul 

In making thee the living soul 

And fair example to the rest : 

Thus have we noticed thee arise. 

Crushing the tyrant in his lair, 

His followers, and all his train. 

His governmental, high estate, — 

And as we witness'd thee surprise 

Him and his forces, we are fain 

RemembVing them, and hail thee in. 

Coming in strength and joy elate, — 

W'e hail thee, trusting in thy fate 

Of far Futurity, and 'clare 

For wisest, greatest Llewellyn ! 



(91© 
MISCELLUNEOUS, 




i^^ 



THE COMRADE IIRAVE. 127 



THE COMRADE BRA VE.'' 

In the dusky hour of twiUght, 

When the battle-roar was o'er, 
Knelt a comrade by the fallen, 

On that awful field of gore ; 
For to take a message homeward, 

To that far New England clime, 
Was the duty of that soldier. 

Kneeling there at parting time. 

Many times have these two wander'd 

By the laughing, rippling rill, 
Gathering then the brightest flowers. 

Growing on the wooded hill ; 
And in school-days were they ever 

Side by side in studies hard, 
Both achieving, both pursuing — 

Mast'ring things which did retard. 

Now, and now, when clashing warfare 

Comes with bitter pangs of woe. 
Must these two be separated? 

One must stay, the other go? 
Yes, ' tis so : no matter whether 

There are anguish'd hearts or not, 
Or if tears are flowing freely, — 

On the world a perfect blot ! 



128 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Mow the blooming foliage flutters 

In the moving evening breeze ! 
And the twittering of the wild-birds, 

Since the battle's rude release, 
And the rushing of the river, 

As it silently glides past. 
Whisper of the dreadful carnage, 

That they witness'd to the last ! 

Midst this scene of desolation. 

Strew 'd with bodies of the slain. 
Bends the one above the other, 

For to catch his words of pain: 
Questions he with loving-kindness, 

" Have you any word to send 
To your home among the mountains. 

By your boyhood's constant friend 

" Yes," replied the fallen comrade, 

In a feeble, mournful wail, 
" There are many things to tell you, 

Ere my dying breathings fail : 
Tell my broken-hearted mother, 

That she need not fret with care. 
As her brave but fallen Harr}^ 

Fought the lions in their lair; 

" Give a message to my sister. 
Which you only can with truth, 

And O tell the other fair one. 
Of my plighted vows in }'Outh; 



THE COMRADE BRAVE. 129 

Tell my brother, when you meet him, 

That I wish him fair success 
On this world's broad field of battle, 

Which he's very sure to press; 

" Tell poor father not to sorrow 

Over what has taken place, 
Since there's brother, ever willing, 

Who can bless his days with grace." 
Now he gasps in breathless mis'ry 

For a few more words to say. 
While he writhes in the receding 

Of his life's but feeble ray. 



All is still, and, but the rushing 

Of the river gliding by. 
And the moaning of the night-wind. 

As it whispers with a sigh. 
And there stands a silent watcher 

Looking o'er the battle-field, 
And the moonlight feebly shining. 

Shows us where the comrade kneel'd 
But what stillness is there reigning 

On this woeful field of dread, 
As all Nature's wrapt in silence, — 

For the Comrade Brave is dead ! 



,t,i;'% 







THE OCEAN WyWE. 131 



THE OCEAN WAVE* 

I'VE roam'd beside the lilies fair, 

In forest, glen and glade. 
Thro ' tangled wild-woods ' misty lair. 

Where beauties seldom fade ; 

And wander 'd by the babbling brook, 

In Summer's dusty heat, 
And hasten 'd to that cheering nook. 

Where quietness we meet ; 

And later have I climb 'd the steep 
Of mountains grand and sear, 

Still viewing waters as they leap 
In ecstasy so dear ! 

But all that show is worthless now. 

Beside yon rolling deep. 
Who thunders at the rocks that bow 

Before his turbid keep. 

How grand, sublime is Ocean's roar, 

To ears which ever seek 
His monotone for evermore, 

'Mid pleasures that they reap! 

Behold yon bark of human freight, 
Still gliding on and on. 



132 MISCELLANEOUS. 

While nearing that Celestlvl gate, 
Where strife is ever gone ! 

This is the bark of godly fame, 
Of wonders grand and new. 

Which bears us to that HOLV Name- 
For God we're trav'ling to. 

Tho ' on that sea do tempests rage, 

More terrible than here. 
Yet boatmen cross from age to age 
To that immortal pier. 

So now this is the " OCEAN Wave" 
Of Canaan's happy shore; 

Beyond the far-receding grave, 
Where's rest for evermore. 



BUNKER HILL. 133 



BUNKER HILL.'' 

Proud Hill of our Banner, 

Thou symbol of war, 
Which brighter will grow 
As the years fleet afar, 
H(nv nobly thou rear'st thine lofty, proud head. 
In the halo of GlORV that's over thee shed I 

Sweet name of OuR Union, 

Thou blessing of might, 
The Star of our Coun try. 
That's brilliant with light. 
Now see the bright badge of Columbia's great land, 
That's tow'ring and handsome and mighty and grand 

Dear HiLL of our being. 

Thou mystical name, 
That's bearing us onward 
Thro ' cycles of fame I 
We'll cherish thy mem'ry for ever and aye. 
And guide all the world to thy Liberty's day I 

Let us look in the past 

On Freedom's proud shore. 
When Britons held sway, 

And what wrath did out-pour! 
How growl'd the fierce tyrant in Boston so grand. 
While America's weak army so bravely did stand 1 1 



134 MISCELLANEOUS. 

How flew the white volleys, 

How flash 'd the bright blade, 
The din of War's rattle, 

The rush of brigade! 
Advancing" in line 

With the usual delay, 
Now retreating the same. 

Was the rule of the day: 
So grand stood the warriors on Bunker's green crest,t 
So reluctant to leave when so sorely were prest ! 

All hail to our emblem, 

So stately, so grand. 
The power and splendor. 

The best of the land I 
Proud bird of our BANNER, 

So fierce and so true. 
That sails the clear azure 

In heavens so blue: 
Thou glancest from ether. 

While coursing thy flight, 
To see this bright Temple — 

The Temple of Right ! 
And Freedom shall stand for the Good and the 

Brave, 
And the Flag of Our Union shall over thee wave I 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEUDING-DAY, 135 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY 

Good Neighbor Hodgson had no wife; 

There was the rub in every thing ; 
'Twas well enough to speak of life, 

To him, of being FarmeR-Kiinc;: 
But what was joy on lonely farm. 

With all its cares to oft attend, 
When he had nothing now to warm 

His bosom, and its charms to lend? 

n. 

As he had been a widower 

These couple years of weary toil. 
With Sorrow, only comforter, 

To solace his unceasing moil: 
For Lizzie Ann, tho ' temper'd quite, 

Had been recall'd to Heav'n again, 
To wreak her vengeance and her spite 

On him from a celestial plain. 

HL 

So now resolves he in his mind 

To sever his connections here 
With her, and seek his mortal kind, 

And leave her in her proper sphere : 
"What use to mourn her any more? 



136 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Let fading Past enwrap its dead ! " 
Thus thoLiL^ht our swain of many a score, 
Who now determines to be wed. 

IV. 

So, in the evening, when the chores 
Had finish 'd been, his frugal meal 
Was steaming thro' the open doors 
, Of his lone cottage, cook'd himsel,' — 
And after it was clear'd away, 

He donn'd his linen, donn'd his hat. 
And primm'd, and primm'd, until the day 
Declined while he was thereat ! 

V. 

\\ hen he was ready, next his cane, — 

A limber twig of somber red ; — 
He locks his dwelling from the train 

Of tramps, requesting to be fed : 
Tho ' there's no matter for the hogs ; 

Or for the chickens, either, now ; 
Leave them in care of farmer-dogs ; . 

This business no delay '11 allow. 

VL 

Then off he saunters to the 'S(.)lilRE's,— 
A happy seat of roses riot, — 

And just the place where LovE inspires 
The country pleasure, country quiet : 



NEKHinOR HODGSON S WEDDIXG-UAY. 

For Love lay in the roguish eyes 

Of ' Squire Burton's youngest girl, — 

Sweet Sall}^ Ann, — the latter vies, — 

The name, — with Hodgson's former pearl 

VII. 

He wanders down a lovely lane. 

Stretching toward the NORTHERN POLE, 
All 'bower'd with the flowery train 

Which grow near Sally, — fairest soul! 
His heart begins to flutter, tho,' — 

xA.t what? — He fails to ascertain ; 
Sure!)' ' tis not that feeding cow 

He's frighten 'd at, or mansion's vane' 

VHI. 

At last he reaches Burton's gate; 

He lifts the latch — he enters in ; 
What makes it? — the hard pitapat, — 

Which beats all-furious 'neath his chin? 
He slowly walketh up the path ; 

His steps are lagging — knees are weak: 
" By George!" he fumeth now in wrath, 

" I must be bolder, or not speak ! " 

IX. 

" How do you do?" bursts from the porch. 
Forth out of 'Squire Burton's mouth; 

Poor Hodgson's face is like a torch, — 
Perspiring, — as a summer's drouth: 



138 MISCELLANEOUS. 

He stammers out a weak reply; 

He views the gravels furtively; 
In vain he dares anon to try 

And ask for " neis:hbor darter" free. 



Good ' Squire Burton talks of much, — 

A jolly-natured-hearted man ; — 
He speaks of every thing with touch 

Of pleasing earnestness of plan : 
Still Hodgson is a Stoic tight, — * 

Not bubbling o'er with oily lies, — 
Only he sees the flitting light 

That's in " the darter's " hazel eyes. 

XI. 

Oh ! blessed are the throes of LovE ! 

How lively do they twist and quirk ! 
It fills a man with Heav'n above, 

To see an ancient (?) blessings shirk : 
Truly his cup of gall o'erflows, 

Should any youngster sigh for his : 
No halves — no shares! — The blooming rose 

Is his, and none shall have his miss! 

XII. 

But Neighbor Hodgson near the end 

Of conversation, blurted out: 
" O 'Squire Burton, please unbend 

Your will to mine in this, about 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON S WEDDING-DAY. 139 

Yer darter, sir, who is the one 

Arter my own heart o ' hearts ! " 
' Tis out. He smoketh like a gun 

Being" discharged with heavy darts ! 

XIII. 

Good 'Squire Burton jumps in air; 

"Good gracious! what's this ever mean? 
Well now, ' tis curious, I declare ! 

For Hodgson, always so serene! 
But" — calling forth his Sally Ann, 

Out of the kitchen, blushing red — 
" We'll settle this the best we can, 

Since our dear Nefghbor wants to wed ! 

XIV. 

" What say you to this love-affair, 

O Sally Ann, my precious dove? 
He's wealthy, and will take you where 

Your nature ever yearns to rove," 
Sweet Sally Ann — dear Sally Ann, 

Has never now a word to say ; 
She thinks of boyish, dreaming Dan — 

Oh ! let him go — he doesn't pay ! 

XV. 

Her mind's made up, — she lifts her eyes, — 
A heaven to our Hodgson's soul! 

" O father, }'ou are only wise, — 

You know the best — so you control ! " 



I40 MISCELLANEOUS. 

" Then take her, Hodgson, son-in-law ; 

For by those rites I hold )'ou now : 
But O remember Wisdom's saw — 

' Do all the churning — milk the cow ! ' " 

XVI. 

Our Hodgson turns a deathl)' pale. 

With knowledge that he's woo'd and won 
He dimly sees the ' SQUIRE hafle. 

With fatty person, thinned crown: 
As to his trembling, frighten 'd self, 

Thro ' his six feet he feels a quiver; 
His head, not full of hairy pelf, 

Is very hot — he's all a- shiver! 

XVII. 

An explanation's needed here, 

As to our Hodgson acting so: 
He always did regard with fear 

The fairer sex, so fairy, oh ! 
' Twas so with Lizzie, dead and gone ; 

His heart is brave when they're away: 
But when anear, O then he's done! 

He trembles at the girlish gay. 

XVIII. 

He is unheedful of the 'SguiRE's 
Profusive saw of Wisdom's voice ; 

He only sees his Sally's wires 
Of dainty fingers, body's poise; 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON S WEDDING-DAV. 141 

He duly feels her soft caress. 

Which thrills him from his head to feet ; 
He faintly sees " the darter's" dress; 

He slowly knows that something's sweet. 

XIX. 

With jest and laughter Burton leaves, 

And leaves them in the fading even ; 
Our Hodgson bitter Past retrieves 

Within this dear, delightful heaven ! 
They plan of future joys by dozens; 

He means to take her to the cit}', 
Where are his uncles, aunts, and cousins ; 

She thinks he is so very witty ! 

XX. 

Tho ' there is yet another rub : 

"The wedding-day — when is't to be?" 
Thus asks the would-be youthful " cub : " 

She doesn't know — they can't agree: 
He wants it on the next to-morrow ; 

She think'ts too soon — that they can wd'it ; 
O living joy — O living sorrow ! 

They leave it to the 'S(2Un<.E's date. 

XXI. 

Our Neighbor can not brook delay; 

His home is ready for her now ; 
They go to hear what he will say : 

He's willing that to-morrow '11 do: 



142 MISCELLANEOUS. 

" For., Sally Ann, his things will rot. 
Unless he's there to give them care; 

And go without you he will not: 
So 'tis the best — do not despair!" 

XXII. 

Now Burton's wife comes on the scene, — 

A buxom dame with standing collar, — 
She thinks they're right, with brow serene, 

(While thinking of the mighty dollar): 
Yet to the license, how are they? 

" O well," the ' SQUIRE sayeth quick, 
" You're off to town most any way, 

And you can get them very slick." 

XXIII. 

So finally they thus arrange: 

They're all to go into the city, — 
A county town, — where many range 

From marriage to the stony ditty: 
Then they can tie the living knot. 

And see the sights that country folk 
Know nothing of; and so they plot. 

Till chimes the latest hour's stroke. 

XXIV. 

Our Neighbor here prepares to go; 

He quits the parlor and his girl ; 
She sees him to the open doo ;' 

How light begins his cane to twirl ! 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY, 

A kiss, and's over. Hodgson moves 
Toward his farm and lonely house; 

He's full of Faerae Queenes and loves.f 
Whether they're still, or dare carouse! 

XXV. 

He hardly sleeps throughout the night. 

In seeing his dear Sally Ann ; 
In dreams (O dreams!) the grayish wight. 

With her, is happy as a Pan : 
What recks he of the growing world. 

With joy and bliss so nearly own'd ? 
He lets it pass, if it is curl'd 

Beneath his nose that's Hymen-toned. 

XXVI. 

O break, O MORN, of marriage-state; 

Break o'er the land and booming see ; 
Herald the dawn to these a-mate, 

Who 'wait thy sun impatiently; 
Waft, rosy breezes, on the wind ; 

Make scented all the atmosphere; 
As Love and Age are always blind, 

Not knowing what is sweet and clear! 

XXVII. 

Lo ! soon he rises from his bed ! 

He .seeth that the things are right ; 
The horses, chickens, all, are fed ; 

And leaves them in a neighbor's sight: 



143 



144 MISCELLANEOUS. 

He walketh to the Burton-place, 

And findeth Sally's fixed her- 
Self grandly for the coming chase 

Within the cars and city-stir. 

XXVIII. 

What need to mention fixings great, 

With groom, and bride of daint)- hue? 
The bride is up to modern date; 

While groom is half-and-half, in lieu. 
They start upon the morning-train ; 

Our swain has ne'er been here before; 
He watches thro' the window-pane 

For dangers that might happen sore. 

XXIX. 

All's well, as railroads barely are; 

What matter if some railings slip? 
The hair arises on a par 

With hat and Fashion's collar-tip: 
" By golly, Sally Ann, should this 

' Ere train be run frum off the track ! 
Wliar would we land with speed, I wis? 

O my ! I wish thet we was back I " 

XXX. 

"Tush! tush!" says Burton unto him: 

" Don't fill your soul with seeming trouble! 

We'll safely anchor life and limb 
Within the cit)''s perils double: 



NEIGHBOR I1()I)(;S()X S \VEI)I)IN(;-DAV. 145 

As scores of ones are cruising 'round, 
To lure th ' unwary in their power." 

The other has this view, and's bound 
To shun these villains from that hour. 

XXXI. • 

Thus over bridges, crossings — on 

They speed, with locomotive swingeing; 
It smokes and roars, until it's won 

The city on the landscape tingeing; 
The spires and domes arise in air ; 

Our Hodgson's eyes are full of wonder: 
" Good airth and heaven, ain't it fair ! " 

He 'jaculates with breathings under. 

XXXII. 

His Sally Ann thus makes reply: 

" Look there, O Hodgson — over there I 
See all those iron plates awry 

Upon that house of funny air!" 
He looks, and sees a mansion grand, — 

Imagines this, the COUNTRY Jake I — J; 
It is a jail, or "cooler," and — 

He knows no answer for to make. 

XXXIII. 

At this the depot's on the spot ; 

Conductor's busy with the folks; 
Our Hodgson thinks a happy lot 

Must be this man's among the " blokes." — ■ 



1^6 MISCELLANEOUS. 

They're left amid the city's din ; 

The cars are steaming on their way ; 
A ' bus is gotten, and therein 

Our people haste without delay. 

•XXXIV. 

The 'S(^UIRE guides them to a place 

That's indicated on a card 
Of Hodgson's only living race, 

Who do reside in pop'lar ward ; 
They reach their destination soon ; 

They're usher 'd in a parlor fine: 
How the apartment bears the tone 

Of Aristocracv divine! 

XXXV. 

O then the turmoil when they meet, — 

The nephew, aunts, and cousins dear, — 
Which makes the room with noise replete. 

Like snapping bugs and caps — the peer 
" O Hodgson," crieth loudly one, 

"Why didn't you prepare us to 
Receive you, so we could have gone 

And fitted up in style for you ! " 

XXXVI. 

" O never mind, my noble a'nt I 

The things is neat enough, yer know ; 

These nice accommodations da'nt 
No soul with Sally Ann below: 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON S WEDDING-DAY. 147 

She's truly rose an ' summer-flower ; 

How do yer like her, any way? 
Ain't ' Mrs. Hodgson ' blessed dower 

An ' fittin ' title fur the fay ? 

XXXVH. 

"Yes, yes! " they cry within a breath: 

" And, Hodgson, always treat her well ; 
She's awful delicate, and death 

May take her off; as who can tell? 
For Lizzie Ann was delicate — " 

Our Farmer chances now to see 
Something around the ancient grate 

He doesn't understand so free. 

XXXVHI. 

He turneth pale — he yelleth out: 

" O a'nt an ' cousins, looker there ! 
What is them things thet be without 

A stitch o ' clothin ' — naked — bare ! 
O Lor,' I guess it's Lizzie Ann, 

Kum down with angels fur ter thrash 
An ' harass me on marriage an ' — 

All things is goin ' now ter smash ! " 

XXXIX. 

He endeth in a dismal howl ; 

His face is livid as a flame ; 
From wrinkled brow to chattering jowl 

The sweat is pouring ; and the dame. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

Who strives to smother his sad fright, 
Is water'd plentifully with it : 

O moment fraught with keen delight, 
When olden widowers get hit I 

XL. 

He's calm'd, when shown what they are,— 

A lot of statues by the wall, — 
He thanks his bridal's natal-star — 

What cowards conscience makes of all I 
"Now," says a cousin, "free }'ourselves, 
. And be at home about the place." 
" O hurry up the marriage-elves ! " 
Chatters a parrot with a grace. 

XLI. 

" ' Tis but our Poll}' speaking gay." 

" O yes I I've heerd o ' sich a thing; 
An' ain't it wonderful thet they 

Kin holler out instid o' sing?" 
The cousin gives the rustic right ; 

She hurries him away to get. 
With Burton, (lacking license trite), 

The instrument that's wanting yet. 

XLII. 

They now proceed unto a court, — 
A place where many acts are done, — 

They soon obtain, with process short, 
The one of all beneath the sun: 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON S WEDDING-DAY. 149 

But now, alas! the ' Squire's call'd 
To fill engagement with a debtor;- 

He leaveth Hodgson well-install'd 

Within the court-house like a " setter." 

XLHI. 

An hour passes. Hodgson b'lieves 

His cake's unleaven'd — in the dough; 
His brooding fancy soon perceives 

The lowering of some pending woe : 
"Why doesn't 'SQUIRE hurry up?" 

Is the refrain he "hankers" for: 
" O hang it — hurry — hurry up ! " 

He mutters on with feelings tore. 

XLIV. 

" Well, bless my heart ! here is a friend I 

When did you get into the city? 
And how's the fam'ly? Come, and lend 

Your arm in walking." More's the pity! 
" Why ! do yer know me ? " " Yes, indeed ! " 

" Know 'Scjuire Burton, fat an ' jolly? " 
" I know all of your family's seed, 

Burton, and their wisdom, folly! " 

XLV. 

" My name's not Burton, bless yer gizzard! 

It's Hodgson — Farmer-King, ther says." 
" O come along, you lengthy lizard ! 

1 know it's Hodgson, up-a-ways!" 



150 MISCELLANEOUS. 

" Ikit hev yer saw the 'S(,)LURE lately?" 
" I have. He's waiting for you there.' 

" Why kums he not fur groom so stately 
" He's business, and he sent me here." 

XLVI. 

" Ikit what he sed the time he left — 

I don't remember ' xactly what." 
The other handles him so deft. 

He gets him from the crowded spot : 
" He couldn't come, O Hodgson sweet ! 

He was delay 'd by creditor — 
Some old confounded cuss that's great 

On gab and gossip — perfect bore!" 

XLVH. 

He taketh Hodgson thro' the streets — 

(Poor victim to the wiles and wa)'s 
Of city-life and indiscreets) — 

And guides him onward in a daze: 
Still forward — forward is the word ! 

Until they get outside the crowd, 
i\nd enter alleys where there herd 

The miserables of Want endow 'd. 

XLVH I. 

He leadeth to an under-room 

Beneath the pavement, like a cellar, — 

This man of friendship to the groom, — 
And to a counter — whiskv-teller: 



NE1G1I1U)R HODGSON'S WEDDING-UAY. 15 

" O gracious! whar is 'Squire Burton? 

An ' all the rest— whar air them all?" 
" O hush, my darling, duck, and button ! " 

Chorus the bummers in a bawl. 

XLIX. 

" Come ! fill them up ! " commands the man ; 

Our Farmer stares in blank amaze ; 
He wonders how a mortal can 

Demand of others "in this ways." 
It's handed out,— a brimming glass, — 

Another,— and he's tender 'd one: 
He drinketh freely of " the sass " 

Prepared for the future fun. 



"Come! let us play a seven-up, 

Or euchre," said he, wicked-rife: 
" My stars!" and flinging down the cup, 

" I've never play'd in all my life! 
Why, keerds is not my usual bother; 

The plowin,' hossin ' is my like!" 
" Listen to daddy," yells the other, 

"And see him wfiggle like a pike! " 

LI. 

He coaxes Hodgson to a table ; 

They play for pastime and the fun ; 
At once the things are growing sable 

Before his eyes — a sable dun ; 



152 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Then in the end he coaxes hnn 
To play a i^ame for monc}\ oh I 

Our Farmer has a "Fietv" trim— 
The yield of butter, eggs so low ! 

LII. 

He's feeling reckless, — losing fast, — 

His dimes and dollars find a stranger; 
The stakes are passing to the past ; 

He dreameth of no gaming danger: 
Yet still more reckless is he growing ; 

His mind is cloudy — sense is numb; 
To th ■ land of Somnus is he going ;S 

He noddeth — yawneth,— then is dumb! 

LHI. 

His arms drop down beside his body; 

His body drops upon the floor; 
The playing-cards and steaming "toddy," 

They had, are flying — scatter'd o'er 
The room, as "keels" our Hodgson over. 

Sending the table with the rest: 
The other staggers up, to hover 

Above the Farmer quaintly dress'd. 

LIV. 

He rifles all his pockets, when 

He gets their contents — dollars few ; 

He gathers up the things, and then 
Bids Neighbor Hodgson long adieu : 



XEIGHP.OR HODGSON'S WEDDTXG-DAV. 15; 

But he (our Hodgson) snoreth on; 

The other "rowdies" m the den 
Seeming unheedful of that done 

By one of their degraded men. 

LV. 

Still Hodgson snoreth on the floor, 

In noisome dust, tobacco juice, 
And stench of stomachs in uproar, 

Which now and then is turned loose. 
To find a lodgment near the sleeper: 

Ah, Hodgson, how the pure can fall! 
(^nce thine own bosom wast the keeper 

Of Innocence and Virtues all! 

LVI. 

And now, alas! — (He's sleeping soundly.) 

Thou'rt bad as ever bad can be! 
Thou'lt equal— (Hear him snorting roundly!) 

The bummer, soon, on nightly spree! 
From bad to worse — 'tis but a step! 

We shut our eyes and only pray 
That angels will their vigils keep 

And guide thee to a better day! 

Lvn. 

For hours laid our Hodgson there, 

Midst dirt and laughter and the fumes 

Offensive to the senses — air 

Most fetid in such horrid rooms, — 



154 MISCELLANEOUS. 

When, near the ev'ning, there were signs 
Of his returning Ufe and vigor: 

He moveth — turneth — snoreth — whines !— 
Then jerks a leg with might)- rigor ! 

LVIII. 

He starts — he wakes! — his eyes are starin; 

About the walls and ceiling drear; 
He scrambles to his feet, appearing 

Most abject in his sudden fear: 
He realizes where he is : 

He waits not for his friend or hat ; 
He rushes to the door. A miss 

Is coming in. Who cares for that? 

LIX. 

He sees her not, — a bad collision ! 

She screams and falls ; he stoppeth not ; 
He hears the cursing and derision. 

Which follow him, from every sot: 
Right on he goes away from danger ; 

He's reeling — falling !— On he goes ! 
He reaches now a street and stranger 

Adventures in the city's woes. 

LX. 

He totters on the stony pavement ; 

He grabs a lamp-post standing nigh: 
He's wailing in his dire bereavement, 

" O save me, Jesus, air I die! 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DvVV. 155 

Save Thine own humble sarvent now ! 

O lead me to my frien's once more! 
An' rain Tnv cusses, mighty TllOU, 

Upon the ones who fool'd me sore!" 

LXI. 

He howls, he raves, he stamps, he swears, 

A perfect madman in his fright : 
Ikit here an officer appears 

And collars him with all his might ; 
Another comes to help the first ; 

A lively skirmish now have they : 
" By Ned ! " says one, " this is the worst 

Old bum I've seen for many a day!" 

LXII. 

They hustle him toward the station; 

A crowd has gather'd by this time : 
With kick, and cuff, and imprecation. 

They get him forward to the chime 
Of hoots and shouts and maledictions: 

A bedlam, thrilling to the soul ! 
Anon they to their own convictions 

Proclaim they " have a felon foul ! " 

LXIII. 

They near the station-house too soon — 
The house of "iron plates awry," 

In which our swain ne'er dreamt to own 
A lodging in its walls so high ! 



t56 MISCELLANEOUS. 

He's bolted, lock'd behind a grate, 
And left reflecting in his mind 

The sad, sad ending of his fate. 
And of the ones he left behind. 

LXIV. 

O horrors! what a fearful night 

With rats and mice and spooks, ma)- be I 
He dreadeth that he'll catch a sight 

Of goblin, where his eye can see: 
He wishes he was dead — in Heavex, 

Where all the troubled are at peace: 
Then mutters things that the forgiven 

Ne'er labor for with Death's release. 

LXV. 

O blessed MORNING, hurry on 

To lighten every corner here : 
Dethrone this shady TwiLiCHT wan, 

And bring thy greater lustre clear: 
Roll back the glittering orbs of NlcilIT 

With thine resplendent ball of fire ; 
Strike courage in this wavering wight, 

B)' shining on each wall and spire ! 

LXVI. 

He is relieved when day returns ; 

But soon regrets it ever did: 
As comes the bailiff, and he learns, 

In bitter sorrow, that he's bid 



NEIGHBOR IinncSON'S WEDDING-DAV. 157 

To take him into court for trial ; 

Our Farmer's limbs are nimble now; 
He'd rather sweat for hours the while, — 

Than sojourn here, — behind a plow. 

LXVII. 

The Judge thus greets him from the bench: 

" Pris'ner, what say you for yourself? 
Speak quickly, 'and your plea retrench, 

Since we are busy." Woe's the elf! 
Our hero then relates his woe 

Among the thieves and robbers bad ; 
They look incredulous, and go 

To sound the wonders of the "lad." 

LXVIIL 

They do not know the thing to do 

About the pris'ner in the box: 
But in the end they let him go, 

Which saveth him from pounding rocks. 
He's led from out the laughing court, 

With swagg'ring step and "flee in ear: " 
" O what would Sally Ann, of Burt., 

Think of my standing now, the dear! " 

LXIX. 

" Say, needy brother, where's your home?" 
Inquires a stranger at his shoulder; 

Our Neigiip.or turns to answer some 
Questions of this, his new beholder: 



158 MISCELLANEOUS. 

" Siir, Hodgson's home is on the farm, 
Away from city toils and badness I " 

"Just as I thought. You meant no harm 
In this debauchery with its sadness. 

LXX. 

" O come with me, and I will give 

You Ri(;ilT and Justice in the scale; 
Come, join our Temp'RAN'CE BaM), and live 

A better life in VIRTUE'S pale." 
He guides him to the city's part, 

That looketh clean, and neat, and nice; 
He meeteth others, who, with art. 

Ennoble farmers in his eyes. 

LXXI. 

" Now there! you looketh like a man. 

And not a drunken, bloated sot ! 
I'll write your pledges in the van 

Of many drinkers ' of your lot." 
In finer clothes than erst he'd worn. 

He strutteth to the Temp'raxce stand: 
How scores of names he saw that morn. 

Convince him of the blighted land I 

LXXH. 

They leave him then with fond adieu. 
To waiteth there 'till they get back: 

They've matters which need tending to, 
Ere they can put him on the track 



Neighbor hodcson s wEdding-dav. 

Of friends and relati\es so near 

And yet so far away: a sigh 
Escapes liim now as falls a tear 

At this delay, anxiet}-. 

LXXIII. 

With this there enter maidens fair, 

Who're jolly in their spirits young; 
He is entranced with graces rare. 

Which make his temperament unstrung 
A closer look : he is aghast : 

" 'Tis Sally Ann, by thunder, now !" 
With his garrulity, and vast. 

He walketh to her, with a bow: 

LXXIV. 

" Hey, Sally Ann ! how is yer health, 

My purty, purty leetl'e gal ! 
Come ter the arms o' lovin ' w^ealth. 

An ' be my only leetle Sal ! 
We've plenty on this worldly tide, 

With lots o ' frien's a-thrown in ! " 
The maiden blushes — bona-fidc ? — 

And then his fortune tries to win. 

LXXV. 

"Yes, Uncle Farmer, I am well; 

I see your health is very fair; 
Where are you stopping? Pray, O tell! 

She ventures with a comic air. 



f59 



i6o MISCELLANEOUS. 

" Right blessin's on my leetlc love I 
I've been so enturtain'd o' late, 

I couldn't git a\va)% my dove," 
He canteth at a furious rate. 

LXXVI. 

A signal from the " purty gal," 

Causes the others to retire 
Behind a curtain, where they all 

Are tittering at the am'rous sire: 
He sayeth all the naughty things 

That an)' lover's ever said ; 
He dotes upon her hands and rings. 

And person, from her feet to head. 

LXXVH. 

" O what a glorious time we'll have 

In livin' all them years tergetherl " 
He breaketh forth in joyous stave; 

Then kisses her, — the hoary wether I 
But, suddenly rememb'ring they 

Should married be, in their engagement, 
He starteth forth without delay. 

And leaveth her in hot enragement. 

LXXVH I. 

" What does the dastard ever mean. 
All after ' spooning' actions fine. 

In thus deserting me, I ween. 

When just I thought he was a-line? 



NEi(;iii;()R iioi)c;s()N's weddinci-dav. 

' Tis more than mortal can withstand; 

And then he's t^old to back his love I " 
She seeks her comrades, who haci plann'd 

A hasty wedding with the "cove." 

LXXIX. 

" O woncier! where's the lover gone?" 

They hollow in a quizzing breath, 
As they retire, one by one, 

From the apartment Temp'ranck hath: 
She neither knows nor even cares ; 

'Tis like the bawling Murphyites: i 
They gather up these empty wares 

Of " sotted, loony blatherskites ! " 

LXXX. 

But let us on his errand blind 

Follow our Hodgson to the Ceerk's, 
Who dealeth out such things, and kind, 

To thousands on the Marriage-WORKS: 
He e'en imagines that he might 

Obtain another license-writ, 
And so he wendeth in the right 

Direction for regaining it. 

LXXXI. 

So on : but in a corner turning. 
He meets a person face to face; 

The former's slowly in discerning 
The latter in his muddled craze: 



1 62 MISCELLANEOUS. 

"Why! — this is Burton as I live!" 
Cries the astounded country-swain: 

"Yes!" grimly says the 'S(>UIRE, "I've 
Been hunting you a day in vain I 

LXXXII. 

" Why did you, dearest son, go out 

Among the God-forsaken crew?" 
Our Farmer telleth all about 

His day's adventures with ado: 
'Tis satisfactory to the " St^UlRE : 

Return they to the Ribbonites, — * * 
Our Neighbor Hodgson's main desire 

Being his Sally-Ann delights. 

Lxxxni. 

They enter in a hurried manner; 

His lovely girl is waiting yet ; 
"We've got the needed license, Anner!" 

Shouts he (the lover) to his pet : 
But, saddest sounds of all the earth! 

What maketh them so awful clear? 
The Farmer's stricken in his mirth, 

And quaking with an inward fear! 

LXXXIV. 

A voice begins to tell them all 

Of Hodgson's recent courtship broke: 

The words are pouring from the wall. 
In just the phrases that he spoke: 



NEIGlIliOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 163 

Our Neighbor can not stand this more; 

'Tis more than an)' mortal can: 
He shrieks and rushes to the door 

From the bewilder'd woman, man. 

LXXXV. 

The a;raphone has done it " brown ; " f f 

The 'Squire followeth the Farmer; 
Pell-mell along the streets up-town, 

He flieth from the deed-alarmer: 
The people are in greatest wonder: 

" Two Forty's ! " yelled in the fun : ]. I 
"Say, taketh I^lue Glass when you're under 

A stiffne.'- 

LXXXVL 

With this, an officer stops Hodgson ; 

He's sweating like a racing horse ; 
The 'Squire gets there nigh undone, 

And coaxes him to do no worse: 
The)' then retrace their stei:)s to Sally — 

The girl of truest 'wilderment, — 
Our Burton urging him to rally 

The thoughts within him that are spent. 

LXXXVH. 

But still there is another thing 

Which puzzles Hodgson to the heart : 

His dearest Sally Ann doth fling 
His proffer'd tenderness apart: 



1 64 MISCELLANEOUS. 

She's stubborn in the worst extreme: 
She wants uivestigating done 

In every action that doth seem 
Defective in the other one. 

LXXXVIII. 

She says she wants a council named, — 

Committee of investigation, — 
Something alike the Potter famed, |1 1| 

In session in this mighty NATION: — 
She wants it hunting every flaw, 

Concerning Hodgson's lover-acts. 
While in a Madame Restell's claw ; — i 

And she is bound to have the facts! 

LXXXIX. 

Now here our FARMER'S saved again 

By him, the partner of his life: 
Upsteps our Burton to the twain, 

And pleads and argues in the strife: 
Yet Sally Ann is proof against 

The intercessions for his sake ; 
Not doubtful of the case condensed. 

Till where she findeth its mistake. 

XC. 

The 'S(^UIKE goeth to explain 

How Hodgson came to make his love 

To one who in his fancy \'ain 

Look'd like his Sally—" lovely dove! " 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 165 

" She wenteth forth ere you came in ! " 
The champion speaketh with his might : 

" And why should daughter for the sin, 
Set up a Mrs. Jenks to sight?" 2 

XCI. 

This is enough, — they turn to go, — 

The ' Squire homeward heading them ; 
Our swain has but a thought or two. 

And which are — " Marriage" — and — ahem ! 
They reach the place in safety, 

None speaking of the a^raphone: 
Let Edison's invention be, 

With all its wondrous undertone! 

XCII. 

What recketh he, this hoary chap? 

Let worlds and wonders onward fly ! 
Let the occasion, the mishap. 

Be nothing to the By-and-By, — 
When Love shall be the ruler fine, 

Beneath some bluest Eden-sky : 
And the Sublimity enshrine 

All sects and creeds in Cupid's eye! 3 

XCIIL 

Our hero's welcomed at the home 

Of aunts and cousins cheerfully: 
They cry together, " Hodgson, come. 

And tell us all about it free! " 



1 66 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Again he speaketh quickly of 
His troubles and his miseries, 

While he was but a villain's scoff, 
Who kept him from his blessed ties. 

XCIV. 

When he has finish'd, then the bride 

Is dressed in her very best ; 
The parlor's open'd and supplied 

With every comfort that a guest 
Might wish to feast his eyes upon ; 

The minister is now on time ; 
While chandeliers in splendor soon 

Are imitating SUMMER'S clime. 

xcv. 

The bride and groom are on the floor ; 

Slow is the rector's quavering tone: 
What fancy gospel is the bore 

To one who hates a lazy drone? 
Sure, the Episcopalians have 

Unbounded patience in the main. 
To listen to a sermon grave, 

When Passion's firing all the brain ! 

XCVI. 

O moment of supernal bliss ! 

'Tis ended — ended — suddenly! 
The husband taketh up to kiss 

The wife of bosom in his glee : 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 167 

The guests and relatives then greet 
The happy pair with wishes bright, 

And give them presents, which are meet 
For this eventful wedding-night. 

XCVII. 

Now comes the dinner-supper grand, 

That's steaming on the table — food 
Enticing Hodgson's own demand. 

Who'd never seen a meal so good : 
It is Delmonico's superb 14 

The turkey, roast and dainties rare. 
Are blending with the mandate-verb, 

" Go eat and drink the dishes there ! " 

XCVIII. 

The Farmer's in his element ; 

He soon forgetteth all — the whole: 
His mind and faculties are bent 

Within the brimming, flowing bowl: 
What cares he for the orange-flowers 

Upon his darling's little head? 
Take off their perfume! It e'er sours 

The being in him that is wed ! 

XCIX. 

The day is passing in the rout, — 

Confusion in the very air, — 
The stately mansion, — in, without, — 

From basement to the upper stair, — 



1 68 MISCELLANEOUS. 

And thro' the night it keeps the same; 

Let old Belshazzar be outvied ;5 
Or " splurge " of Eighty Lord and dame, 6 

In splendor, when they were allied. 

C. 

Upsprings the D AY-GOD in the heavens, 

And findeth Hodgson on a spree: 
This breaker of his pledge unleavens 

Drew's Ribbonites ' quality 17 
His Sally Ann is also full 

Of the deranging liquid's woe. 
That gives to her ideas dull 

A lover's joy in Mexico. 8 

CL 

Still the inebriant riot runs 

To mid-day at the silent noon, 
When they collapse, — these temp'rance(?) onej: 

Into a soft and sluggish swoon: 
They sleep until the shades of even 

Are mantling every hill and vale. 
And then the bars of sense are riven 

From stolid brows and faces pale. 

CII. 

They are ashamed of what they've done; 

They fear if anybody'll tell ; 
They quickly chastity put on. 

So nice it is for talk to quell ! 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON*S WEDDING-DAY. 169 

The country friends are now in haste 

To get away from city snares, 
Where rackets do the body waste 

In many Bacchanalian cares. 

cm. 

That evening they are bound for home ; 

They're tired of the world's annoy: 
Our Farmer sweareth ne'er to roam 

Again in Satan's black employ: 
He's jubilant they're homeward going; 

This also pleases Sally Ann ; 
While Burton, on the future glowing, 

Tells how to be a " family man ! " 

CIV. 

He telleth Hodgson to rebell. 

Should any child desire to see 
The city, that's a perfect hell. 

When it is yet around his knee: 
Thus he can quell its longing vain. 

By the rehearsal of his brief 
Career amCng the robber-train. 

Who lure the innocent to grief. 

CV. 

It " settles" well with Hodgson old ; 

He voweth faithfully he will : 
They now are gliding o'er the wold 

They recognize, as Burton's still. 



170 MISCELLANEOUS. 

The engine puffeth to the station ; 

They step upon the landing small : 
It's a relief from dissipation, 

To see the hamlet's quiet mall. 

CVI. 

They "pick" their way unto the farm, 

Where Burton's lived many )'ears: 
But there's another one to charm 

Our couple when the day appears : 
His Sally Ann doth bundle her 

Effects together in a hurry. 
For Hodgson's kicking up a stir. 

In his uneasy, fretful worry. 

CVII. 

He wants to see his lonely place. 

And witness every thing that's done: 
So they depart ^vithin a chaise 

For Hodgson's acres, hardly won: 
They soon arrive upon the spot ; 

The husband welcomes home his bride: 
They enter now upon their lot 

As farmers, on their tillage wide. 

CVIII. 

Yet O the change — the striking change ! 

Two planets soon are in collision ; 
This is the time that optics strange 

Observe the planetary mission : 



NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 17 1 

The Mars is worsted, and he grieves 
For other scenes and other climes ; 

While Venus soareth and relieves 
The Warrior Mars of goodly dimes. 

CIX. 

The place has never been disturb "d ; 

The neighbor yieldeth up to him : 
But — Sally Ann with will uncurb'd, 

Tells him at once to hire " slim ;" 
While she demandeth many hands, — 

Servants to her in various needs, — 
She makes the husband rake his lands 

For money for her slightest heeds. 

ex. 

He soweth, tilleth all the time: 

" Now, Hodgson, money ! " cries the wife; 
And on he worketh to the chime 

Thro ' all his blear'd and blister'd life ; 
And onward is the saving whirl, 

Until he dieth " on the make: " 
The moral, — never wed a girl 

Who'd marry you for money's sake! 



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A THANKSGIVING ODE. 173 



A THANKSGIVING ODE. 

NOVEMBER 28, 1878. 

Praise to the God of Harvest ! 

Let anthems ring ! 
And now the one that starvest, 
Should quickly bring 
His wants to Him, 
Who seest all of every thing 

Of earth and sea thro ' ages dim, 
And prayest for the life that He 

Engrafted on his weary soul, 
For necessaries for to be 

Preserved to Him of loving dole. 

O look about upon the earth — 

Christ's very own ! 
And view the husbandry that worth 
Has magnified thro' fear and dearth. 
When fire, scourge and murrain-blight 
Threaten'd the people in their night, 
Now smiling on the threshing-floor 
To noble Ceres evermore ! * 

O let the tone 
Of this Tc Dcinn ode arise. 
Mounting to God within the skies, 
In thankfulness for MERCY'S meed, 
With store and basket fiU'd indeed! 



74 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Yes ; pilgrims on the bleak highway, 
Praise the ALMIGHTY night and day, 

So that His faith will ne'er be broken 
In Maint's warm promises ahva}', 

And He will for our words outspoken. 

Give heed unto our great distress ; 
Yes ! lead the strain of loud thanksgiving. 
Ye thoughtless that are counted living, 

While yet ' tis day to find redress, — 
For Plenty in the teeming field, 
Rank in cluster, fair to yield. 
Rubies from the glowing mine. 
Dark in lustre and beslime, 
Treasures of the ocean-deep, 
Sweeping o'er his castle-keep, 
Gems of Tiioutarr from busy brain, 
Heaping up its toiling main. 
Nectar from the vineyard there. 
Greeting with a mystic air. 
Clothing from the woolly fold, 
On the high and windy wold, 
And the Eastern factories. 
Rich in colors for to please, — 
For the sailor's briny store, 
From the ancients' storied shore. 
Lumber from our forests grand. 
Thro ' the rivers of our land. 
Stone for masonry from quarries. 
Where the blasting daily harries 
All the air with thunder-tones. 
Riving out the heavy stones, 



A THANKSGIVING ODE. 175 

Meat from grunting porkers great, 
And the cattle of their fate, 
Raih-oads and the telegraph. 
Swifter than the flying chaff 
'Fore the wind on threshing-day. 
Bearing men and news away. 
Bright Intelligence of looks 
Peering thro ' the handsome books ; 
All of Beau TV eveiywhere, 
First of station for to dare 
Evil deeds and evil crimes, 
For Thy Justice hard betimes. 
Standing to the RiGHT for ever, 
On Life's rapid, tidal river. 
Till the mighty JUDGMENT- Day 
Rollest stones from graves away ! 
O, we're thankful for Thy gifts, 
That each fellow still uplifts 
Upward in the cause of God, 
Heav'nward on the thorny road, 
For Thy bounties all around. 
Sky and sea and teeming ground. 
Speedy blessings, wise denials, 
Joys and sorrows and the trials 
Fitting men for realms above. 
Where are PEACE, and JOY, and Love! 

But ah! now listen to the mournful strain, 
Ascending from a vaunted GOVERNMENT ; 

And list ! O hearken to the sad refrain 
Of Poverty in all its mis'ry pent! 



176 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Just God ! why should this wicked thing e'er be? 

Why men are barter'd in the DEVIL'S mart? 

Dost think a mortal hath no beating heart, 

Or beating, that it feels no poison 'd dart? 
Why toiUng millions are so wantonly 

Placed in the power of the haughty few, — 

The cunning devotees of Mammon's art, — 
And subjugated in a country free? 
Did captive Israel, while in Goshen's land,t 

Endure oppression from such bagatelles? 

Did suffering victims to a Carthage, too, 
E'er suffer greater at a Moloch's hand? J 
For this is HUNGER, — raging HUNGER, — gnawing 

The breathing vitals, which a death foretells. 
And soon the victim, as the victor's drawing 

His darkness round him, bids the world farewells: 
As these are gripes that can not be abated. 

Till they're appeased with BREAD'S delicious force: 
But when denied the fruits of earth, created 

For man, he then becomes a ghastly corse. 
Cease, thou repiner! 'Tis no Famine's land. 
For Plenty's smiling on our either hand ; 
The field and vineyard have produced more 
Than all we need upon this troubled shore; 
The Yankee factories are laden down 
With goods and sundries in each Lowell-town: 
And they are sinking for our surplus fair, 
While we are needy for the clothing there: 
And every spot beneath our longing eyes. 
Gives note of Industry and Wealth's emprise. — 
What is the cause of this wide-spread distraction, 



A THANKSGIVING QUE. 177 

Throughout our NATION, once so bright, serene? 
It is, O Lord, a National Debt, Contraction, 

Upon our COMMERCE — on our homes a lien! 
Save us, O Savior, from this rabid rout, 

Us, and our children, and our COUNTRY dear! 

Let National sins and National Debts not sear 
Our all before thee, O Protector stout ! 
We've sinn'd as one, but O forgive us, LORD ! 

Take, take away Thy sad affliction's rod ! 

Purge us from Envy, Pride, and brooding Spleen, 

And fold us after in thine arms, O God ! 
Give us Prosperity thro ' this. Thy Word ! 

Altho' our actions have most wayward been. 
Since we, in blindness, have a wrath incurr'd. 

By wanton folly and a sloth's excess, 
In years agone, in living quietly 

Without a murmur 'gainst the lustfulness 

Of villains drunk in giant Greed's caress! 
Yet O redeem us from their perfidy, 
And guide us o'er this governmental sea; 
Let Thy just dealing soon for ever reign, 
And strike this evil from our NATIONAL train ! 
With Money's power join'd to Labor's strength. 
Soon, soon will rise Columbia's pride at length ! 
Then Liberty our Union will enhance 
With her Equality, without mere perchance 
Of a Fraternity, — that's Trio's glance! 

Then shall work the enginery. 

Bellows and machinery, 

Tools and LABOR keeping time, 



178 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Over these broad acres free, 

To their glorious enterprise, — 

While the working-men are loud 

Chanting measures in their grime. 

To the blessedness of living 

'Neath our FLAG and FEDERAL Union, 

When *' Protection " means the giving 

Of Content and Labor's prize, 

To the sovereigns now avow'd: 

List the chorus — " No disunion ! " 

Sounding from our patriot Maine 

To the broad Pacific's surges, 

From the farm and work-shop ringing, 

From the fact'ry, school upspringing. 

From the father and the mother, 

From the sister, from the brother, 

Blending with the loud refrain 

From the statesman, as he urges 

Men to higher deeds in life, 

With his eloquence supernal, 

Teaching usefulness eternal 

To a people Freedom knows: 

Hear the gladness — see the pleasures 

That our GOVERNMENT allows, 

Not alone to men of treasures, 

But inviting all to come, 

Sharing in the gleeful strife, 

P"ull of equal beauties rife! 

With no legal, state religions. 

As an Anglican or Roman, 

But a perfectness of freedom, 



A THANKSGIVING ODE. 



179 



Worshipping where Christ will heed 'em. 
With such times and country no man 
Could e'er feel himself dejected, 
But be honor'd and respected 
By the ones of foreign regions. 
Give us work, O vaunting minions, 
Boasting of your golden pinions, 
Saying that the poor are lazy. 
When their work has given out: 
Try us, with your fortunes mazy, — 
Spending money for the labor 
Needed all the country over. 
That you grasp and hoard about; 
Thereby starving then your neighbor. 
Poorer than his canting lover. 
Trusting, trusting in thy bounty, 
Jesus, may each State and County 
Swell the numbers for the party 
That canst give us aid and peace. 
When the President for 'Eighty 
Comes before the burden'd people, 
Vowing, as a Lord's disciple. 
Death to Wrong in language hearty: 
Help us, Father, with this weighty. 
Mighty question that's before us. 
Which will serve 'to bring us ease 
In the days soon flitting o'er us: 
So, while in these wildernesses. 
Let us give TlIEE homage, due TlIEE, 
As each day that, smiling, blesses, 
Speeds away into the By-GONE, 



8o 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



That our prayers, ascending to TllEE, 
In the reahn of Jov and BEAUTY, 
Will be heeded there alone. 




MEET ME IN THE LANE. i8i 



MEET ME IN THE LANE. 



The pleasant ev'ning cometh, 

The starry twilight's here, 
Nor bird nor bee now roameth 

In its bright, Httle sphere. 
All things in drowsy slumber. 

Save Nature's, rest again, 
While on I haste to number 

One lover in the Lane. 



{Refrain.) Meet me in the Laxe, love ! 

Starry are thine eyes. 
Dewy are thy lips, dove, 

In their ruby dyes: 
Golden hair, and dimpled cheek 

Blushing love, 'tis plain. 
Bid me oft thy form to seek 

In the flower 'd Lane. 



The beauteous roses hover * 

Upon my eager course, 
As tho ' they wish'd the lover, 

Like them, the Passions' force: 
Like them, the force of charming. 

Like them, a soothing strain 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

In rosy breathings, warming 
Our feelings in the Lane. 



{Refrain.) 



Pure, gentle, and so holy. 

They teach us how to love, 
Whether in rank, and lowly. 

Or in the walks above ; 
No matter in what mission 

We're sent to 'bide the earth, 
They teach us a condition — '- 

Simplicity and Worth. 



{Refrain.) 



O roses, gay and tender. 

Please deck our love-link"d chain 
With happiness — surrender 

Your love-light to us twain ; 
O make our lives a blessing 

In sunshine and in rain ; 
And grant us love unceasing. 

For meeting in your Lane. 



{Refrain.) 



THE STRIPE AND STAR. 183 



THE STRIPE AND STAR. 



Unfurl our Banner in the skies, 

Ye sons of noble sires. 
Who fought to place her where there flies 

Her /Egis o'er your fires ;'^' 
For them she guards, for ye she wafts 

Her brilHant folds on high. 
To shield us from the deadly shafts 
Of grinding TYRANNY. 
Then fling her colors out. 
Amidst the cannon-jar, 
With trumpet-note and freeman- shout, 
To hail thee. Stripe and S'I\\r ! 



For ever float that soaring FLAG, — 

Proud ensign of the air, — 
With her own eagle of the crag. 

As free as he is there ! 
O may they never know that blight, 

Which waited on the ones 
Of Roman climes and Roman might, f 
In Liberty's bright suns! 
Instead, lay down your lives. 

Ye warriors muscular. 
To keep her where her power thrives — 
Bold Freedom's Stripe and Star 



1 84 MISCELLANEOUS. 

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Yes ! let those words a watch-word be, 

'Gamst foul Intrusion's sway, 
A living signal. Liberty ! 
To fight for thee to-day : 
Ay! never let those thrilling words 

Be boasts and vain conceits, 
The war of braggarts — not of swords, — 
A mass of indiscreets : 
But show our enemies 

We mean our wordy war, 
Fighting for thee on lands and seas — 
Tor thee, brave Stripe AND STAR ! 

Then up, ye weary sons of toil — 

Up — up, ye men of wealth ! 
See ye no danger and turmoil 

Now creeping on by stealth? 
See none of rancor antl dismay — 

Divisions in the land ? 
A human sacrifice and prey 
Unto some monarch's wand: 
If not, pray heed our call, 

And see how evil are 
Your actions thus to brothers all, 
Beneath the STRIPE AND Star ! 

Rouse, sturdy hand and busy brain — 
Rouse, Freemen oe the West — 

Rouse — while 'tis not too late to strain 
Your bonds from off your breast ! 

Oh ! hurl this Hydra to the earth. 



THE STRIPE AND STAR. " 185 

That wish'st to bind ye fast ; 
For love ye not your place of birth, 
Whose freedom may be past ? 
Then rouse ye to this cry, 

O heroes, near and far. 
And thunder " Union " thro ' the sky. 
For Freedom's Stripe and Star! 



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O BRYANT. 187 



O BRYANT. 

O Bryant! and art thou gone? 

And is our minstrel dead? 
And left us mourning sad alone 

Thy mem'r)' o'er th)^ bed? 

Are thy grand harpings o'er, 
In Freedom's perils grim, 

Causing the land with deeds to roar. 
When sounds th}- battle-hymn?* 

And not the least of these. 
Thy noble harpings strike 

No more sweet NATURE'S melodies, 
Now solemn for thy like? 

No more shalt she delight 

A poet's lyre, as thine. 
Who valued each and every sight 

She had of God divine? 

No more of these thou sing'st ; 

Thine ag^d race is stopt ; 
While now to thee a note I bring'st, 

When thine own sceptre's dropt. 

Yea! noble Br^^ant, thou, 
To thee I tune my lyre. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

Tho' little are my powers now, 
Yet thou It accept them, SiRE — f 

As didst thou when alive, 
When sons of POESY camej 

To their old.POET'S busy hive, 
And ask'd his aid to fame. 

And didst thou e'er refuse 

Such importunity? 
No, Bryant; thine most comely muse 

Forbade this thing to be. 

Thou helped in distress ; 

Thou often didst advise: 
So thine own portion's none the less 

For helping men to rise. 

O blest is the reward 
For Christian Charity: 

And blessed be in Heav'n our Bard, 
For heeding BOUNTY'S plea; 

And glorious are his works, 

Since in them is he seen : 
The excellence, where never lurks 

A thought or lesson mean. 

He lives in realms above; 

His body's resting late; 
His life and labors we approve, 

And love to contemplate ; 



O BRYANT. 

As they are good and pure,— 
No blemish marking them ; 

And they will in his Heavex sure 
Be his main diadem. 

For true's the story old, 
That what we here commit 

Shall be condemn'd or be extoU'd, 
As it is bad or fit. 

O happy state of man — 
The poet's deathless crown ! 

To live for ever in the van 
Of Earth and Heaven's own ; 

And so attune our lyres 
To Inspiration's note, 

That earthly and angelic choirs 
May sing what we have wrote ! § 

O rare affinity ! 

O minstrel's living life! 
Thro' Time and thro' Eternity 

Thou know'st no other strife! 

Then let thy casket be, 
Thy spirit's wended home. 

But still its intonations free 
Are in this goodly tome. 

Thou dwellest here for e'er. 
Within its pages fine. 



190 MISCELLANEOUS. 

The mighty rhythm, — stately, fair,— 
In every cheerful line. 

But not alone thy parts 
We praise, and are desired. 

But thou art written on our hearts 
As Man — and Man's admired. 

Thus, mourning o'er thy bier. 

The Death of F/oi.'crs, behold ! || 

Save that it is the elder's here. 
Instead of girlish mold. 

Say, didst thou when reclined 
Within the deathly arms. 

Recall thy TJimiatos to mind,"^'* 
And all its many charms? 

The consolations sweet ; 
The high philosoph)- ; 

Teaching at once the world too fleet- 
How live, and how to die I 

I wot thou gavest up 
Thy body's prison-bars 

With rapture, for the happy group 
And Soiif^ beyond the Stag's ! f f 

Here, thou hast acted well ; 

There, thou wilt findeth ease: 
So acting, that whate'er befell, 

Thine end wast perfect peace. 



O BRYANT. 191 

And when th}' summons came 

To join the caravan, 
Which moves to that mysterious name — 

The halls of death so wan : 

Thou, not as quarry-slave, 

Scourged to his dungeon's night, 

Approach'd thy solitary grave 
In an unfalt'ring light ; 

Wrapping the drapery of th)' couch 

About thee, as it seems, 
In a tranquility of touch, 

And lay in pleasant dreams. 

" So liye ! " — commandment high I — 

In goodness with all men, 
That when TllE Fa'L'HER calls thee nigh, 

Thou'rt sinless in His ken. 

What gracious words are these! 

What admonitions great ! 
Heralding our LORD'S decrees 

In His most awful state! 

And what are fitter than 

These words for epitaph 
For our own Bryant's deeds to man 

And Virtue's broken staff? 

They will remain for aye ; 
Such good can never fade: 



192 MISCELLANEOUS. 

A meet inscription o'er his clay, 
On marble lasting made. 

Then raise the column vast, 

O rear the monument 
To Bryant's memory, amass'd 

As Honor's gloried vent. 

Thou, Scholar, Chrlstlvn, Bard, 

Historian, Editor, 
Who'd every (Quality toward 

Nobility's grand store 

Of Sister Graces, sweet ; 

That Greatness of the Mind ; 
That Patriotism and complete 

Enlightenment behind : 

" So live," as ages roll 
Their cycles o'er thy bed, 

O Bryant ! while thy SPIRIT'S soul 
Hath sought its Fountain-Head ! 



OUR FALLEN BRAVE ' 193 



OUR FALLEN BRA VE. 

List ! — Hark to the drummer again ! 

Once more doth he cometh today; 
But now 'tis the herald of death and of pain, 

Contracted in mortal affray. — 
Why brayest, thou bugle of war? 

No tone of thy music is heard 
By those that are dwelling away and afar, 

From all of thy din for them stirr'd : 
Nor drum and nor trumpet can quicken their ear: 
They're dead to the world with its blandishments 
dear! 

And yet, we are forced to begin 

Our tribute in mem'ry of ye, 
In token of rev'rence and sorrow that in 

The battle ye fell for to free 
Our homes in the NORTH from the horde 

Of traitors in waiting to slay 
Our Nation, disrupted by fire and sword, 

And 'danger'd to foreign array; 
To have and to hold her as FREEMEN'S birthright, 
Ye gave your owai lives in the perilous fight ! 

On many a field in the South, 

In many a horrid lagoon. 
In many a wild and torrent and drouth. 



194 MISCELLANEOUS. 



Ye struggled for Vrtorv's boon 



Not cherishing it for the name, 

A sordid deUght for the brave: 
But something that's grander ye perish 'd to claim — 

A Nation — a People— to save! 
Ah! what is more famous in annals sublime? 
A Theseus-legion 'gainst miserable crime!* 

The fields of the War do attest 

How well ye acquitted yourselves: 
Bull Run stands aghast, in her livery drest, 

With skulls and with bones by the twelves : 
There's where the first heroes did fall ; f 

There's where did they lives consecrate 
To Union and Countrv, in awful Death's pall, 

Both private, commander, in fate: 
Distinction's not offer 'd: all served the same: 
Hail one as the other with suitable fame! 

Then there is the Se\ EN Days ' FiGHT,t 

Sad complement following thee. 
With sundry-encounters, all redd'ning the sight, 

Full-fraught with the terrible sea 
Of blood and of ruin most dire ; 

Manslaughter and hideous woe; 
When ruthless guerrillas, in all of their ire, 

Broke forth from the pitiless foe : 
A picture of trouble, of loss, and of blight. 
Ne'er broke on a nation before in such might ! 

Yet still did our heroes in blood 
Rush unto the enemy fierce, 



OUR KAl,LEN BRAVE. 



195 



Trusting their cause in the hands of their God, 
Well knowing such righteousness cheers: 

So onward they struggled apace, 
Still keeping their eyes on the blaze 

Of Liberty's Star in the Heavens of Grace, 
Now bright, and now dim in the maze 

Of error, defeat, and of victory hard ; — 

Still God, in His mercy, did over us guard! 

Then foul in the region of Death, 

Did Shiloh her terrors uprear,§ 
With clashing of arms and the shriek of the wraith 

That Mars loveth ever to hear: 
They hurl'd on our armies their hail; 

They shrank them with ravages fell ; 
They sank to the earth ; but O never did fail 

Our warriors at sound of the knell; 
At call o' the tocsin they answer 'd with men, 
To show the Confed 'rates our qualities then I 

Tho ' are the dark rages of Hate 

Now quench 'd with this great hecatomb? 
Must still the hot embers of bosoms irate 

Be fed with more men in their doom ? 
' Tis patent to all of the land 

The War must be waged to the end, 
The South will not hearken to Wisdom's demand, 

The North standeth here to defend: 
One's stubborn ; the other is willing to die 
For Union, for Freedom, for Washington's tie! 



196 MISCELLANEOUS, 

Once more does there thunder a tide 

Of men and of horses abreast, 
Where famous Chantilly, in AuTUMN descried, || 

Uplifts her red, bloody crest ; 
Again does she echoes awake, 

As Shiloh's are dying away. 
Of loathsome Rebellion, in all of her make. 

Of death and disorderly sway ; — 
A lesson to nations to nevermore break 
A government good for some ciemagogue's sake ! 

Now scarce are the thunderings hush'd, 

When giant An tie tarn assumes** 
Her spectacle dyed, as our heroes are rush'd 

En masse thro ' the bullets and bombs ; 
She still is in misery heap'd. 

When rolleth another beside. 
At Fredericksburg, all shockingly stecp'dff 

In blood and in tears horrified ; 
And Chancellorsville can infallibly show X X 
How, after, our armies were stricken down low ! 

Yet hist! are those bowlings no more? 

Me-seems I can hear them again ! 
They're accents of murder, of riot, of gore. 

That break on my spirit, my brain ! 
The deeds of the men of the NORTH ; 

Discharge of the cannons and arms ; 
The sabre and bay'net are now sending forth 

Their strokes in their c^litterincj charms: 



OUR FALLEN BRAVE. 197 

Now Strife's Gettysburg is e'en seeming to come 
Before mine own vision with fife and with drum ! § § 

And all of the darkest cat'logue, 

Catastrophe, quarrels, regret. 
That ended the battles, and verily clog 

The State in their bickerings yet : 
Forgot be the cause of the War ; 

Forget we were enemies e'er: 
Let North and let South in fraternity bar 

Their bosoms from hate and declare 
For UNLfY, Friendship, and Harmony, Peace, 
Which, as we grow older, let ever increase! 

Ye suffer'd without a complaint ; 

Then why should wc grumble and jar? 
Ye sacrificed all in these struggles, attaint 

With life-blood and many a scar : 
All's past in the years that are gone; 

But History telleth it now : 
Then smother the by-gones with loving alone ; 

Be brothers in deed and in vow ! — 
O beautiful UNION, when brothers agree 
Within this bright LAND and the Home of the 
Free! 

So here will we solemnly deck 

The graves of our heroes, in faith, 

Who fought on the fields for the foemen to check- 
In madness their doings of wrath ; 

While here ye are resting in balm, 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

We're strewing the flowers and leaves 
Upon your cold dwellings in silence and calm. 

As tributes that Valor receives ; 
And wreathing with garlands the slabs and the 

graves, 
Our spirits are chanting inaudible staves: 

" Here rest, O ye dwellers in DEATH ! 

Sleep on, O ye fallen in fields! 
Till God in Hls power shall raise ye from ' neath 

Your cov'ring which blissfulness yields ! 
Dwell on in your secrecy here ! 

None know of your quietness still ! 
Rest on, till the crashing and groan of the sphere 

Shall bid ye arise at His will! 
Till He of the Righteous in glory shall ' rise. 
And, Bride of the Morning, to sweep thro' 
the skies ! " 

Then, honor'd and servants of God ! 
• Arise and partake of the Feast 
Prepared for the saints and the martyrs ' abode, 

Who live in the SoN OF THE East ! 
And with them shall many be found 

That dared for their country to bleed. 
Who'll certainly join in the glorified round, 

In praise of the SAVIOR, their meed: 
When rapture, unbroken, shall VICTORY have 
O'er these of OuR Fallen— Americans '—Brave ! 



FRAGMENTS. 199 



FRAGMENTS^ 

No North, no South, no East, no West 

But undivided SHORE ; 
One Flag, one Land we love the best — 

One Nation, evermore ! 



Shall the people e'er be free, mother, shall the people e'er 
be free. 

From this grim and grinding bondage, in this TEMPLE OF 
Liberty ? 

Shall they ever see the opening of a brighter age, new- 
born, 

That will usher in great JUSTICE — grand FREEDOM'S 
jjlorious morn? 



Heap on your high oppressions, 
Ye favor'd, while ye can: 

There comes a day to herald' 
The Universal Man! 



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QUATRAINS. 2 

QUATRAINS. 

TO A POET. 

Before thy Pegasus hath fame * 
Thou'rt look'd upon as but a fool: 

Yet after Glory's crown 'd thy name, 
Thou'rt greatest in old Wisdom's school 

ON A CRITIC. 

A CRITIC has no pen I fear ; 

His roar and rant are made of fustian, 
And like the rocket's, hurtling near. 

Are manufactured for combustion. 

THE POLITICIAN. 

The politician is a man 

That's always scheming for himself; 
He'd lead the Devil's caravan. 

Could he thus gain a little pelf. 

A THOUGHT. 

One act of mercy towards our fellow-man 

Is more of worth than all the churches' creeds; 

As blind BELIEF is but a charlatan, 

Compared to Charity's ennobling deeds. 



NOTES. 203 



NOTES. 



LORD HEALEY. 



* Page 10.— Tuisco. 

The Teutonic God of War. 

t Page 10 — Kemseau games. 

Nemsea, anciently the name of a deep and well-watered valley of Argolis, in 
the Peloponnesus, between Cleonse and Phlius. It lies north and south, and is 
from two to three miles long, and more than half a mile' broad. It possessed a 
sacred grove, with a magnificent temple of Zeus, and was celebrated for the games 
called the Nemaan games, which took place four times in two Olympiads in an 
adjacent woodv valley. This was one of the great national festivals of the 
Greeks, and, according to one legend, was founded by the seven princes who were 
combined against Thebes ; according to another, by Hercules after his victory over 
the Nemsean Lion. The games consisted partly of exercises of bodily skill and 
strength— such as chariot-racing, quoit-throwing, wrestling, running in armor, 
horse-racing, boxing, throwing the spear, and archery, and partly of musical and 
poetical competitions. The prize was originally a crown of parsley. We have 
eleven odes by Pindar in honor of victors in the Nemsean games.— CAa/nftisr*' 
Encyclopcedia. 

THE MEETING. 

* Page 14—'- Lord Healey, with a cold reply," etc. 

Mistrust of Sir Gerald must have actuated Lord Healey in thus coolly treating 
an ardent admirer of him, and thereby turning a devoted adherent, through cha- 
grin, into an inveterate enemy. It is oue of those strange anomalies of life, where 
we are unfortunate in construing the kind advances of another for some unfriendly 
scheme against us upon his part. 

t Page 15—" King Eric hath his troops enroU'd," etc. 

In this declaration Sir Gerald divulges to Lord Healey some valuable informa- 
tion, which the latter rejects with scorn. Had he not allowed his unaccountable 
prejudice toward the former overridden his judgment, he would most certainly 
have acted otherwise. 

X Page 16—" Adieu ! and hasten swiftly back," etc. 

Here Healey gives Sir Gerald no other alternative but to return to the court of 
King Eric, where he might enlist in the enemy's ranks. Believing him to be a vil- 
lain as well as a spy, he argued that the king's forces were more suitable for him 
to join than those of Healey Towers. Further developments will show how hasty 
and fallacious were Healey' s predilections in this respect. 

I) Page 16— "To join the gay and brilliant rout," etc. 

Thus Healey, by his strange antipathy and choler, has changed a friend into a 
foe. 



204 MISCELLANEOUS. 



THE CORTEGE. 

* Page 30— "When Hercules and Achilles." 

Hercules and Achilles were two ancient Greek heroes. The former, also called 
Alcides, after his grandfather Alcaeus, son of Perseus, was the son of Zeus and 
Alcmene, and was the ideal of human perfection, as conceived in the heroic ages, 
having the greatest strength connected with every high quality of mind and char- 
acter which these ages recognized. He was a na'tive of Thehes in Bceotia. After 
performing many miraculous labors, —such as slaying lions, centaurs, etc.,— he was 
transported to heaven from Mount (Eta, where he married Hebe and became a 
god. Festivals were celebrated in honor of Hercules, at which his exploits were 
sung.— Achilles, the hero of Homer's IliafI, was the son of King Peleus and Thetis, 
a sea-goddess, belonging to a line descended from Jove. Tradition tells us that he 
was dipped into the river Styx by his mother, and was made invuluerable, except 
in the heel, by which he was held during the process: hence "the heel of Achilles" 
became a proverbial phrase to denote any vulnerable point in a man's character. 
In the Trojan war he commanded flfty vessels, manned by his followers, the Myr- 
midons. Agamemnon, in taking away the beautiful Briesis from Achilles, insulted 
him, and he remained sullen and inactive in his camp during a great portion of 
the time in the campaign against Troy; until his friend, Patroclus, having been 
slain by Hector, a Trojan prince, he aroused himself and, turning the scale of fight 
in favor of his countrymen, slew Hector, whose body he dragged into the Grecian 
camp at the wheels of his chariot. He was finally slain by Paris, a brother of 
Hector, in the temple of Apollo ; or, as other traditions have it, by Apollo himself 
disguised as Paris. Achilles and Patroclus were buried together on the Prom- 
ontory of Sigeum. 

HEALET TOWERS. 

* Page 35— "When the cold. Medusa tyrant," etc. 

Medusa was a fabled monster that turned all who looked upon her into stone. 

+ Page 37— "I am old, and therefore weaken'd," etc. 

It may, perhaps, seem strange to a casual reader to hear Cecil make such a 
statement as the above, when he had just declared that he would "throttle Eric or 
his cursed brood" should they come within his reach; but when we reflect that 
what a ruler does through the help of his retainers he usually considers that he 
does himself, this contrariety of language can be easily understood. 

THE CAMP. 

* Page 40— Mars. 

The God or War. Mars is a contraction of Mavers or Mavors, and in the Oscan 
or Sabine language, Mamers, being the name of an ancient Italian divinity, who 
was identified by the Grecising Romans with the Thracian-Hellenic Ares. The 
Roman Mars, as a war-god, was surnamed Gradivus— the great god, and he also 
bore the surname of Silvanus, appearing, by this, to have been originally an agri- 
cultural deity, as pi'opitiatory offerings were presented to him as the guardian of 
herds and flocks; but he was gradually transformed by the martial Romans from a 
peaceful deity into the cruel and relentless God op War. Mars was ranked next 
to Jupiter by the Romans, and was one of the three tutelarv divinities of their 
city. In fact, he was said to be the father of Romulus himself. The wolf and the 
horse were sacred to him. The Campus Martins of ancient Rome, where athletic 
and military exercises were held, was named after him; as was also the month of 
March ahe first month of the Roman year) and the planet Mars, from its red appear- 
ance in the heavens.— Ares, the Greek god of war, was the son of Zeus and Hera, 
and the favorite of Aphrodite, by whom he had several children. His sister Eris 
(Strife), sons and companions, Deimos (Hobrob) and Phobus (Feab) always ac- 
companied him to battle. He was not as generally worshipped in Greece as he was 
in Thrace, the country of his supposed origin. There, as in Scythia, were his great 
seats, and there it was believed that he had his chief home. 



NOTES. 205 



t Page 41— ApoUyon. 

Apollyon is considered to be the Evii, One— or, in other words, his satanic 
majesty, the Devil. 

i Page 41— Lethe. 

Lethe, in the mythology of the Greeks, was the stream of forgetf ulness in the 
lower world, from which souls drank before passing into the Elysian Fields, that 
they might lose all recollection of earthly sorrows. 

§ Page 43— Neptune. 

The God of the Ocean. He was called Neptune by the Italians and Poseidon 
by the Greeks. According to Herodotus, he was of Libyan origin. The Isthmian 
games were celebrated in his honor. Black and white bulls, boars and rams were 
offered in sacrifice to him. He was commonly represented with a trident, and with 
horses and dolphins, often aloug with Amphitrite, in a chariot drawn by dolphins, 
and surrounded by tritons and other sea-monsters. 

II Page 44— Maro. 

Publius Virgilius Maro, who is better known to us moderns as Virgil, the 
author of the ^neid and the (ieorgics- was. after Homer, the greatest poet of antiq- 
uity. He was born on the 15th of October, 70 B. C, (during the consulship of 
Crassus and Pompey). at Andes, a village in Italy near Mantua; hence he is poet- 
ically called the .'Siaiitnaii IkikI. Maro was liberally educated, and, through his 
influential patrons, (.iijoyci the highest luxuries and the friendship of tlie greatest 
men of the Roman cnili/.aiioii of his time. Endowed with wonderful gifts of 
mind, his writings have been held up by succeeding ages as models of scholarship, 
elegance and genius. The G^orgic^, his most polished production, relates to agri- 
cultural pursuits; while his famous epic, the ^neid, narrates the adventures of 
.iEneas, a Trojan prince, after the fall of Troy. Maro, or Virgil, died in the 52d 
year of his age, 19 B. C. After his death he was held for many centuries in rever- 
ential awe by the multitude. 

A MORNING COMBAT. 

* Page 47— " Thessalian growths of Britain's isle." 

Thessaly, the largest division of ancient Greece, was noted at a very early 
period for its fine and extensive woodlands. The Vale of Tempe was situated in 
the northeast thereof and was its only outlet, as Thessaly was one large valley, 
hemmed in by mountains. 

t Page 47— "Told in The Seasons" etc. 

James Thomson, author of The Seasons, was born in Scotland in 1700. His 
fame rests chiefly upon this poem, which is one of the most delightful as well as 
one of the most magnificent pastoral effusions in the language. 

J Page 47— "Or Tennyson's descriptive word." 

Alfred (now Baron) Tennyson, poet-laureate of England, is certainly one of 
the finest word-painters the world has ever seen. 

§ Page 47—" Couch'd in a Tupper's." 

Notwithstanding the unfavorable comments of the critics upon this poet, he 
Is, nevertheless, a very gifted, scholarly and powerful writer of verse, being the 
author of a number of brilliant and soul-stirring lyrics and ballads. However 
indifferent his writings may appear in the eye of a critic, the public seems to 
appreciate them, as Mr. Tupper has sold more books than any other one man liv- 
ing, one of his volumes (Proverbial Fhilosophy) having reached its fortieth edition. 
Mr. Tupper has died since the above was written, aged 79 years. 

II Page 49— Atum. 

Atum was the god of the setting sun of the ancient Egyptians. 



2o6 MISCELLANEOUS. 



* * Page 50— Caledonia. 

The poetical name of Scotland, as bestowed upon it by the Romans. 

tt Page 52— "The Typhoon's hurling might." 

Typhoons are violent storms that are prevalent on the coasts of Tonquin and 
China, and which extend as far north as Ningpo and the southeast coasts of Japan. 

KRIC COURT. 

* Page 54— Augusta. 

London, the metropolis of the British Empire, wa's called Augusta by the 
Romans. 

t Page 54— Hottentot. 

The Hottentots are a singular race of people, who are supposed to be descend- 
ants of the aborigines of Southern Africa, and are now dwelling for the most part 
in and about the English settlements of the Cape of Good Hope. As a race the 
Hottentots are akin to the Mongolians. They have been very wild and savage. 

J Page 56—" ' O Sire,' went on the man." 

In the ages of feudalism Sire, as applied in this case, was the common ex- 
pression of a subject when addressing his monarch. It denoted humility and rev- 
erence, such as might be expected from an inferior toward his superior in life. 

§ Page 57—" An Alpine avalanche of earth and snow." 

Avalanches are those huge masses of snow or ice, mixed with earth, that 
become detached from their places and slide or roll down the declivities of high 
mountains, spreading ruin and devastation in their path. 

1! Page 58—" Like Alexander when far Payuim-ward." 

Paynim is a word that designates a heathen or pagan, and more especially as 
here used, an infidel of the East; referring also to the expedition of Alexander 
the Great into Asia for conquest. 

** Page 59— "Of great Allah to veil the future," etc. 

Allah (" the worthy to be adored") is the Mohammedan name for the one God 
—Jehovah. 

THE WITCH OF THE CHEVIOTS. 

* Page 59. 

The Cheviot Hills consist of a mountain range occupying contiguous parts of 
Northumberland and Roxburgh couuties, on the English and Scotch borders, and 
run thirty-five miles from near the junction of the Till and Tweed, in the north- 
east, to the sources of the Liddell in the southwest. Many bloody contests between 
the Scotch and English have been waged here during the period of the Border 
forays. 

t Page 59— "By this Janus, caitiff king." 

Janus and Jana were two very old Latin divinities, male and female, whose 
names are merely diflrerent forms of Dtanus (probably the Sun) and Diana or 
Luna (the Moon.) Janus was held in high esteem by the Romans, who invoked 
his blessing in every undertaking, even before that of Jupiter, who was unques- 
tionably the greatest of the Romau gods. According to tradition, Janus was the 
oldest of the Italian divinities. He is represented with a sceptre in his right hand 
and a key in his left, sitting on a beaming throne, and having two faces, from 
which circumstance is derived the expression applied to deceitful persons, "Janus- 
faced." One of the faces was youthful, the other aged; one looking forward, the 
other backward. His temple at Rome was only closed during times of peace, which 
occurred but thrice in 700 years. 



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i Page 64—" Out of Shene, that olden town." 
Sheue, Scheen or Sheen, was the ancient name of Richmond, a town of Surrey, 
ten miles west-southwest of London, and stands partly on Richmond Hill and 
partly on the right bank of the Thames. It was given its present name by Henry 
VII., "who named it after his own earldom. It has often been a royal residence of 
the English sovereigns since the time of Henry I., and here it was where Edward 
III., Henry VII. and Elizabeth died. 

IN THE MARSH. 

* Page 65— "As Kolob rises In the east." 
Kolob is the Mormon God op Day. 

+ Page 66—" Romish Csesar, when their coast," etc. 

Julius Caesar invaded Britain in the years 54 and 55 B. C, but made no perma- 
nent conquests. He merely wished to chastise the Britains for aiding the Vencti, 
a tribe in Gaul, whom he was endeavoring to subdue. 

i Page 67— "Of Ruin's threateu'd Baalbek." 

Baalbek is the name of a ruined city in the ancient Coele-Syria, and signifies 
the "City of Baal," after the sun-god, which name was, during the Seleucide 
dynasty, converted by the Greeks into Heliopolis. The early history of Baalbek is 
shrouded in darkness. 

§ Page 68—" When Ciesar cross'd the Rubicon." 

The Rubicon was a small stream dividing Caesar's provinces from Italy Proper, 
the crossing of which decided many important events thereafter. Hence the ex- 
pression, "Crossing the Rubicon," means the hazarding or decision of anything 
liable to happen in the future. Some educated persons think that this move on 
Caesar's part was a blessing in disguise for Learning and the Arts, which was 
certainly the forerunner of the Augustan age of Roman literature. 

II Page 69— "As grand as those of Trafalgar." 

The battle of Trafalgar was fought on the 21st of October, 1805, by the com- 
bined forces of France and Spain on the one side and those of Lord Nelson, En- 
gland's greatest naval hero, on the other. Nelson fell, mortally wounded, in the 
moment of victory. 

** Page 69— "Or Cannae's field, or Plataea.'' 

Cannae is a town of Southern Italy, in the province of Barl, where Hannibal, 
the Carthaginian general, gained a great victory over the Romans in the summer of 
216 B. C. The Roman loss, as stated by Livy, was 45,000 infantry and 8,000 horse, 
besides Paulus jEmilius, the consul of the previous year, and 20,000 taken as pris- 
oners by the enemy. Hannibal lost 8,000 men in the battle.— Plataea was a city in 
the western part of Boeotia, on the borders of Attica, at the foot of Mt. Cithaeron, 
and about six and one-half miles from Thebes. It was destroyed in 480 B. C. by 
the Persians, because of the aid that it rendered Athens against them; but in the 
following year it was the scene of a splendid victory won by the Greeks, under 
Pausanias and Aristides, over the Persians commanded by Mardonius— a victory 
which resulted in ridding Greece of the invader's yoke. 

+ + Page 69— "So well, that Healey, Argus-eyed," etc. 

Argus, surnamed Panoptes (all-seeing), had one hundred eyes, some of which 
were always awake. He was enormously strong.— Chambers'' Encyclopaedia. 

%X Page 70— "Like lava, smoke from ^^tna's gorge." 

^tna (now Monte Gibello) is the largest volcano in Europe, and is situated on 
the eastern coast of Sicily. By its eruptions it has been the means of the destruc- 
tion of many cities and villages, and of a goodly number of their inhabitants. 



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ERIC S CAVALCADE. 

* Page 78— "Remember days of Arthur's court." 

King Arthur ruled over a tribe of ancient Britons, and is supposed to have 
• flourished in the 6th century. He is commonly represented as a (.Christian prince 
struggling against the Pagan Saxons. Much rnythical and legendary romance is 
woven about this personage, causing many to doubt that he ever lived at all. For 
an insight into the Arthurian legends, so called, the author would refer the reader 
to Tennyson's Idylls of the King. 

t Page 73— "But prated of the Upas-sting," etc. 

Upas, being the Malay word for poison, is the name given to a number of veg- 
etable poisons in the Eastern Archipelago. But the geuerally known Upas poison 
comes from the Upas tree. It is very deadly when it comes in contact with human 
rtesh. For this reason the Malays use it for poisoning their arrow-heads. 

GAIUS, AT TEMPLE-GROT. 

* Page 80— "Fixt upon a cliff of boulders, for to crush the Hydra-head." 
Hydra was a fabulous monster of the ancient world, that was believed to have 

inhabited the marshes of Lerusea, in Argolis, near the siea coast. It was said to 
have had several heads, some writers placing the number at one hundred, and 
over, which grew up again whenever they were cut off, and whose mouths, as 
numerous as the heads, emitted a subtle and deadly venom. Hercules destroyed 
this reptile in one of his twelve labors. 

+ Page 81 -" Venus, Star of Love." 

Venus was the Roman goddess of Love and subsequently became identified 
with the Greek Aphrodite. Poetically, she was called the mother of the Roman 
people. In the text, the author alludes to the planet named in honor of her. 

t Page 82—" Like a Lucifer in roaming.'" 

Milton, in his Paradise Lost, tells how Lucifer (Satan) encompassed the earth, 
in search of a retreat from Hell, and also for the purpose of discovering that 
beast which would best serve his use in approaching and seducing mankind in the 
Garden of Eden. 

battle of loch na doon. 

* Page 83—" O thou learn'd Xenophon in Cyrus-lore." 

Xenophon was a celebrated Greek general, historian and philosopher. He was 
born at Athens in 443 B. C, and was a pupil of Socrates. Xenophon, at about 40 
years of age, joined the expedition of Cyrus the Younger against his brother, Arta- 
xerxes Mnemon, king of Persia. After the battle of Cunaxa and the massacre of 
the Greek generals, Xenophon ably conducted the famous Retreat of the Ten 
Thousand, the history of which he wrote. He probably died at Corinth in 359 B. C. 

* Page 83— "O Herodotus, father of thy kind," etc. 

Herodotus was the oldest Greek historian whose works are extant, and so it is 
that he is styled the "Father of History." He was born at Halicarnassus, in 
Caria, 484 B. C. Herodotus wrote in the Ionic dialect. 

t Page 83— "Thymbria's fighting day." 

The battle of Thymbria is the first one recorded in history. 

% Page 83—" Not in the ages of the siege of Troy," etc. 

Troy, according to the earliest tradition of the Greeks, was situated in the 
northwestern part of Asia Minor, in the region of Mount Ida. Its downfall came 
about as follows: The story goes that Paris, or Alexander, s on of Priam, king of 
Troy, abducted Helen, the wife of Menelaus, king of Sparta. She was the daugh 



2og 



ter of Tyndarus and the most beautiful womau of her age. This aVjductiou, of 
course, resulted in a war, as the other princes of Greece had pledged their protec- 
tion to Menelaus in the possession of his wife. They accordingly banded together, 
and. under the leadership of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, sailed for Troy and 
laid siege to its "god-built walls," which they succeeded, after the duration of ten 
years with varying successes, in passing, through threachery and cunning, and 
Troy was no more. This war is the subject of Homer's Iliad, one of the greatest 
epics ever written. 

§ Page 83— "O thou famed poet, blind Mseonides." 

In other words. Homer, the author of the Iliad and the Odtjstf.y. His life is 
rather mythical to us. Some place his birth at Smyrna. Asia Minor, in 776 or 8.50 
B. C, and others at Scio, one of the Urecian islands. Byron describes him as 

"The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle." 
Homer was certainly an Asiatic Greek. It is needless to speak of his genius, as it 
is so universally recognized. 

* Page 84— "O storied Grsecia." 

Graecia was the name given to Hellas by the Romans, probably from a small 
tribe iu the Epirus, near Dodoua, called the Graikoi. 

t Page 84—" O Pass of Nature." 

Thermopylae, meaning the " hot gates," was a famous pass leading from Thes- 
saly into Locris. and the only way by which an invading army could enter South- 
ern Greece. It lay between Mount CEta and the Maliac Gulf. Here it was where 
Leonidas with his 300 brave Spartans, in 480 B. C, attempted to withstand the onset 
of the Persian hordes under Xerxes, but who were finally overpowered through the 
basest treachery. Leonidas and his men fell, fighting to the last. 

X Page 84— "Or thou, old Marathon, and Leuctra, grand." 

Marathon was an ancient village on the east coast of Attica, about twenty 
miles northeast of Athens, and is now called Marathona or Vrana. Here, in 490 
B. C, Miltiades defeated the Persians under Darius.— Leuctra was, anciently, a 
village of Bcieotia, in Greece, where the Thebans, under Epaminondas, gained a 
glorious victory over the Si)artan king, Cleombrotus, in the year 371 B. C. 

§ Page 84— "Or Salamis, by ocean-breezes fanu'd." 

Salamis, now known as Koluri, was anciently called Pitynoussa (Island of 
Pines.) It is a mountainous island of Greece, off the coast of Attica, and forming 
with it the Bay of Eleusis. The island comprises about thirty square miles. A 
great naval battle was fought here (480 B. C.,) a few days atter the battle of Ther- 
mopylae, between the Greeks, commanded by Themistocles, the Athenian, Adi- 
mantus, the Corinthian, and Eurybiades, the Spartan, the latter being the superior 
officer. The Greeks gained a decisive victory. 

II Page 84— " Or Thrasymene." 

The Lake of Thrasymene is memorable for the triumph of Hp.nnibal over the 
Roman general, C. Flaminius, in the Second Punic War (317 B. C.) Upwards of 
16,000 Romans fell. The combatants were unconscious of an earthquake which 
occurred during the battle. 

** Page 84— "From Pounder Ian to Bozzaris-Fame." 

Ian was the mythological founder of Athens.— Marco Bozzaris, the leader of 
the Greeks in their revolution against the Turks, was killed in the battle of Misso- 
longhi, a Greek town, in 1823, in the hour of victory. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



+ t Page 84— "Let Saturn, brooding over field and flood." 

Saturn, an old Italian divinity, was the god of husbandry and plenty, and was 
represented as an "old man with long, straight hair, the back of his head covered, 
his feet swathed in woollen ribbons, and a pruning-knife or sickle-shaped harp in 
his hand." The ancient Italian festival of the Saturnalia was instituted as com- 
memorative of his happy reign. 

1 1 Page 84—" Red Moloch's god." 

Moloch (Molech, Melech, Malkom or Milkom) was a Canaanite deity, whose 
chief places of worship were the Valley of Hinnom and the Mount of Olives, be- 
sides being the common idolatrous creed of all the Canaanite natious, even the 
Isra,elites falling under its influence. This worship consisted of human sacrifices, 
purifications, ordeals by fire, etc., which were vigorously condemned by the Mosaic 
law. Tradition represents Moloch as a human figure of brass or clay, with a 
crowned bull's head, upon whose extended arms were laid the doomed beings. 
This god is similar to the Carthaginian Kronos. 

§ § Page 84 -" Let Thor his powers hurl upon the foe," etc. 

Thor, the Scandinavian God of Thunder, was the son of Odin and Earth 
(Yord) ; his wife being Sif (frieudship, love.) It was supposed that thunder was 
caused by the rolling of his chariot, which was drawn by he-goats. He was held to 
be the strongest of all the^ods, and was generally regarded with reverence by the 
Scandinavian, Teutonic and Celtic nations. 

* Page 85— "Or strong Sesostris— Rameses as well." 

Sesostris was the Greek name of the celebrated Egyptian monarch, Rameses, 
who conquered many countries and almost became a universal ruler. The history 
of his life is rather uncertain and mythical, as the historians disagree in regard to 
the events narrated therein. It is thought that he reigned thirty-three years. 

t Page 85 — "Or as some Titan, spreading terror " round." 

The Titans, in Greek mythology, were the sons and daughters of Uranus 
(Hbaven) and Gaea (Earth.) Their names were Oceanus, Coens, Crius, Hyperion, 
lapetus, Kronos, Theia, Rhea, Themis. Mnemosyne, Phoebe and Tethyg: Dione, 
Phorcys and Demeter being added by some authors. The Titans, headed by 
Kronos, who was the progenitor of Zeus, slew their father and liberated their 
brothers, the Hecatoncheires (Hundred-handed), and the Cyclopes from Tartarus. 
Zeus, after a ten years' war, finally overcame the Titans and hurled them down 
into Tartarus. Prometheus, Hecate, Helios and Selene were the descendants of 
the Titans. 

t Page 85—" O bright Osiris, smiling in thy rays." 

Osiris (Asiris, or Hvsiris, "Many-eyed") was a famous Egyptian deity and was 
universally worshipped throughout Egypt. He was styled the great god, eternal 
ruler, dwelling in the west, and lord of Abut or Abydos, which was said to be his 
burial place. Osiris was thought to be the son of Seb or Saturn, and born of Nu or 
Rhea; to be the father of Horns by Isis, of Anubis, and of the four genii of the 
dead. He was the personification "of Truth and godliness. Many other nations 
adored him besidei the Egyptians. 

§ Page 85— "Or great Diana, in Ephesian pomp." 

Diana was a Roman goddess, but resembled the Grecian Artemis She was the 
daughter of Jupiter and Latona, and twin-sister of Apollo. She was born, with 
her brother, on Mt. Cynthus, in the isle of Delos. Greeks and Romans alike wor- 
shipped her. She was known either as a destroying or a preserving goddess: in the 
former capacity, she was represented as a grown virgin, armed with bows and ar- 
rows; in the latter, as a helper of the unfortunate and a watcher over the sick. 
Diana was regarded as the goddess of the moon ; hence her Greek name of Selene, 



NOTES. 



and her Latin names of Lucina and Phoebe. Her temple at Ephesus was consid- 
ered one of the Seven Wonders of the World. 

II Page 85—" Or as thou'lt have it, blest Urania fair." 

Urania (i. e., "the Heavenly Muse") was a daughter of Zens and Mnemosyne. 
She was regarded as the Muse of Astronomy, and was represented with a celestial 
globe, to which she points with a little siaS.— Chambers' Eneyclopaedia. 

** Page 85— "O sweetest Isis, there thou hang'st serene." 

Isis was the name of an ancient Egyptian goddess, who was the wife and sister 
of Osiris. She was also called Hes, daughter of Seb or Chronos, and Nu or Rhea; 
in other versions, of Hermes and Rhea. Isis was known as the mistress of 
Heaven and the goddess-mother. She was thought to be the Egyptian Neith or 
Minerva, and Athor or Venus; to be the Greek Demeter or Ceres, Hecate or lo. 

tt Page 85— "And guard the dead, as in dark Charon's boat," etc. 

In classical mythology Charon was the son of Erebus and Nox, whose duty it 
was to ferry the shades of the dead across the rivers of the underworld. He was 
generally represented as a gloomy old man, with a rough beard and wretched 

clothes. 

XX Page 85— "O blessed Canaan, where the angels sing," etc. 

In this case Canaan is employed to denote Heaven; but the historical Canaan, 
or "Land of Israel," is known as the Holy Land, which comprises the southern 
portion of Syria in Southwestern Asia. 

* Page 86— "There high Arch- Angels, with their trumpets loud," etc. 

Arch-Angels are supposed to be superior in power and glory to the other 
angels in Heaven. The names of the commonly recognized Arch-Angels are: 
Michael, the foremost one; Gabriel, the herald of the Judgment Day; Raphael 
and Abdiel. The Savior is regarded by some as an Arch-Angel, while Lucifer, 
before his fall, was said to have been the greatest of all. 

t Page 86— "Thou, great, bold Ammon, in thine emeralds rare." 
Ammon. or Amun. was the highest Egyptian god, whose name signifies the 
hidden and unrevealed deity. Thebes, in Egypt, was his sacred residence. The 
Greeks identified him with their Zeus, the Romans with Jupiter. He was usually 
decked with emeralds, sitting on a throne, holding the symbols of life and power, 
and wearing a crown with an ornament of two feathersand a baud falling behind 
and extending to the feet. 

X Page 86— "Thou, golden Buddha, ' hind thine iron bar." 

Sakyamuni, or the Saint Sakya, was the name of the Buddha who founded 
the Buddhist religion some 2,460 years ago, and which is the prevailing belief, 
numerically, of the world. The Buddha means the Wise, the Enlightened. 
Driven out of India, its home, by the Brahmins, after the death of Buddha, it 
found adherents in neighboring countries, such as Ceylon, China, Thibet, Japan, 
Central Asia, etc., and numbers upwards of 400,000,000 followers, or about one- 
third of the world's population. Buddha is represented variously, often as a 
golden idol in an iron cage. 

§ Page 86— "O lofty Amam, on thy royal mount." 

The god Amam is supposed by the people of some eastern countries to sit on a 
high mountain and usher in the coming day. 

ii^Page 86--" O Doorga, in thy crowded temple fond," etc. 

Doorgha is a divinity in the East whose particular place of worship is in a 
temple called Doorga Khond, which is always thronged with devotees. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



* * Page 86—" O wiser Mercury, in wisdom fair." 

Mercury, or Hermes, was the god of speech,, eloquence, the sciences, traffic, 
theft and herds. In Egypt he was called Teti, Thoth, Theuth or Taut; in Greece, 
Hermes; in Phrenicia, Taaut : in Carthage, Sumes; in Etruria, Turms : in Chaldaea, 
Duvanai ; and by the Latins, Mercurius. The Egyptian deity was the older god ; 
but the most important one was the Greeli Hermes. This latter was the son of Zeus 
and Maia, born on Mt. Cyllene, in Arcadia, and was the patron of all the arts and 
sciences, agriculture and commerce. 

+ t Page 86— "Sweet, gentle Phoebus— O Apollo great." 

Apollo can be truly denominated as the great national god of the Greeks. Son 
of Zeus and Leto, and brother of Diana, he possessed all the attributes of a wise 
and beneficent god. He is represented as a youth with an oval face, high fore- 
head, flowing hair and slender figure, and was the herald of day. Many oracles 
were established in his worship, the most famous being that of Delphi. His great 
seat was Mount Parnassus. Elis other name— Pha?bus, i. e., the Bright or Radiant 
—was applied to him subsequently as a title, in reference to his beauty and bright- 
ness, when he became identified with Helios, the sun-god. 

* Page 87-" The Delphic oracles— how seeming-kind 1 " 

These oracles were delivered by a priestess in such ami)iguous terms that, no 
matter how the outcome of any thing predicted might be, yet they could be con- 
strued as really meaning the result of that event. Much reliance was placed in the 
truthfulness of this oracle. 

t Page 87— "While thou, O Zeus, let thy lightnings fly." 

Zeus was the Greek God of the Universe, and was possessed of all the pow- 
ers and attributes of a supreme being. 

t Page 87—" O Be"lzebub, in thine repulsive state.'" 

Beelzebub (the "god of flies") was worshipped under the name of Baal by the 
people of Ekron, in Philistia. The Jew.s, however, applied this name to the evil 
one (Satan); but Milton, in his Paradise Lost, makes Beelzebub one of Satan's 
coadjutors and partisans. 

§ Page 87—" But thou, O Magian, Oromasdes good." 

Oromasdes, or Ormuzd, was the ancient Persian God of Light and Goodness ; 
while Arimanius, or Ahrimaii, had the opposite characteristics, being the God of 
Wrath and Darkness. 

11 Page 87—" That Gorgon-Time, on his rebounding leap." 

Gorgon, or Gorgo, was an hideous monster in the infernal regions, the head of 
which was peculiarly appalling. Hesiod mentions three Gorgons— Stheno, Euryale 
and Medusa. 

** Page 87— "Rise. O thou Crocodile, of Egypt-fame." 

The crocodile was an object of worship among the ancient Egyptians. It is 
also called the Leviathan, from its huge proportions. 

* Page 88—" And forward, Yazdan ! for thy freedom sweet." 

Some people in the Eastern nations had a custom of invoking the aid of this 
god when going into battle. 

t Page 88-" While Baal looks down in his godly ire." 

Baal was the chief god of the Assyrians and the Phoenicians. He was the god 
of the sun and the ruler and vivifier of Nature. He was also called Bel or Belus 
by the Assyrians, Melkart, Melkrat or Melchrat by the Phoenicians, and the Tyrian 
Hercules by the Greeks. 



NOTES. 213 



t Page 88—" As grand as seen on India's Assaye." 

Assaye is a village in thie northeast of the Nizam's dominions, in India, at the 
fork of the Juah and Kaitna, which is chiefly noted for the victory of the Duke of 
Wellington, then Major-General Wellesley, over the Mahrattas under Scindiah and 
the Rajah of Berar, won Sept. 28, 1803. The British troops numbered about 4,500, 
while those of the enemy were upwards of 50,000, 10,000 of whom were officered by 
Frenchmen. In this battle the " Grand Duke " broke Scindiah's power. 

S Page 88— "Or our own 'Fabius,' noble Washington." 

Washington has been styled the American "Fabius,'-' from his adoption of the 
military tactics of a Roman general of that name, who harassed Hauuibal more 
than any other general sent against him. 

II Page 88—" The Bard of Rydal," etc. 

Or Wordsworth, one of the so-called "lake poets" of Eugland, who resided 
latterly at Rydal Mount, in Cumberland. Truly, he is the poet of Nature, as this 
characteristic crops out in almost every thing he has written. 

* Page 89— "O couldst thine hero, Hiawatha, be," etc. 

T/ie Song of Hiiwatha, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, i.s undoubtedly, in 
its style and 'finish, one of the'finest productions in the English language. It" is a 
veritable Edda of American legendary history and song. It is founded upon a 
tradition among the North American Indians, of a warrior of miraculous birth, 
who was sent to them for the purpose of clearing their rivers and forests of all 
obstructions, and of teaching them the arts of peace. 

t Page 89— "O great Sowanna, living o'er the plain." 
Sowanua was the great Southwest God among the Indians. 

% Page 89— "Didst Minnehaha, laughing waterfall." 

Minnehaha is the Indian name for laughing water; being also that of Hia 
watha's wife. 

§ Page 89—" And didst, beside it, Aukeetamit sing," etc. 
Aukeetamit is the Indian Spring God. 

II Page 89— "To him of Flora in the joy of Spring." 

Flora was the Roman goddess of flowers and Spring, and was subsequently 
identified with the Greek Chloris. 

** Page 89— "O Bu'narotti.— painter, sculptor, bard,—" 

Michael Angelo (Buonarotti) stood, in an age when Christian art had reached 
its zenith, almost ujirivalled as a painter, sciilptor. architect and poet. He was 
born in 1474 at Chiusi, in Italy, and died at Rome in 15ti;i. 

+ + Page 89—" Famed Raff'aello, lovely artist, thou." 

Raphael (Rafl'aello Santi, or Sanzio) was called by his countrymen (the Ital- 
ians) II IJiviiin, "The Divine," and is ranked by nearly universal consent as the 
greatest of painters. He was born at I^rbino in 1483 and died at Rome on April 6, 
1520, the anniversary of his birthday. Perhaps the best known of his paintings, as 
well as the greatest, is the "Transfiguration." 

it— West— Stuart. 

Benjamin West, the Anglo-American painter, was born in Springfield, Pa., Oct. 
10, 1738, of (Quaker parentage. After working his way to fame and fortune, he set- 
.tled in London and, on the death of Sir Joshua Reynolds, succeeded him as Pres- 
ident of the Royal Academy. His most famous paintings are " Wolfe's Death " 



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and "Death On the Pale Horse."' He died in London, March 11, 1820. —Gilbert 
Charles Stuart, an American painter, was born at Narragansett, R. I., in 1756. He 
was for a time a student under West in Loudon. Probably his finest work is his 
portrait of Washington. He died at Boston iu July, 1828. 

* Page 90— "O Chantry, figures of a mightier wave," etc. 

Sir Francis Chantry, or Chantrey, the eminent English sculptor, was born at 
Jordanthorpe, in Derbyshire, on April 7, 1781. At 13 years of age he lost his father, 
an humble carpenter, and was apprenticed for seven years to a carver and gilder 
in Sheffield named Ramsay. Chantrv, after attaining wealth and fame, was 
knighted. He died Nov. 25, 1841. 

t Page 90—" Come, em'nent Flaxman— Conova beside."' 

John Flaxman was the greatest of English sculptors. He was V^orn at York, 
July 6, 17.55. His most celebrated works are his "Outhnbs" to Homer's Iliad and 
Odyssey, and his ilhistrations of Dante and .^schylus. He died Dec. 7, 1826.— An- 
tonio Conova, or Canova, the great Italian sculptor, was born Nov. 1, 17.57, at Pos- 
sagno, a village in the Venetian territory. He produced a number of works of 
sterling worth and beauty. Conova was created Marquis of Ischia about the year 
181.5, and died in Venice, Oct. 13, 1822. 

i Page 90—" Come forth, thou Reynolds, and thou Allston, too." 
Sir Joshua Reynolds, P. R. A., the greatest English painter, was born July 16, 
1723, and died Feb. 23, 1792.— Washington Allston, a well-known American poet and 
painter, was born at Georgetown, S. C., in 1779. He first studied medicine, but soon 
turned his attention to painting and literature. Allston died at Cambridge Port, 
near Boston, July 8, 1843. 

§ Page 90— "Make statues of illustrious Burke and Pitt." 

Edmund Burke, the distinguished philosopher, statesman and orator, was born 
in Dublin in 1730, where his father was a practicing attorney. Burke's best known 
efforts are his orations during the trial of Warren Hastings and the essay on the 
Sublime and Beautiful. He died July 7, 1797, iu his 68th year.— William Pitt, the 
second son of the Earl of Chatham, was born May 28. 1759. Pitt soon arose to be 
one of England's greatest men. He died on Jan. 23, 1806. 

II Page 90— Franklin— Jefferson. 

Need we to even mention an event in the lives of these two brilliant men, that 
should be familiar to every intelligent American? 

** Page 90— "O thou blest Colon, ent'ring empires wild." 
Colon was the Spanish name of Christopher Columbus. 

* Page 91— Wolfgang— Beethoven. 

Johann Chrysostom Wolfgang Gottlieb Mozart, the first of musical composers, 
was born on Jan. 37, 1756, at Salzburg, and died Dec. 5, 1791, aged 35 years. At a 
very early age he showed great precocity, virtually beginning his musical career 
when only 4 years old.— Ludwig Von Beethoven, another famous German com- 
poser, was born at Bonn, Dec. 17, 1770. Becoming deaf as he advanced in years, 
he led a rather recluse life, dying in Vienna, March 26, 1837. Beethoven's works 
are celebrated for their wonderful melody. 

t Page 91— "Beguiling Haydn, living to thyself." 

Joseph Haydn, a German composer, was born iu the village of Rohrau, on the 
boundary of Hungary and Austria, on March 31, 1732. His works are numerous 
and very fine. Haydn died at Vienna, May 31, 1809. 

i Page 91—" And Handel, master of that music-elf." 

George Frederick Handel, a native of Germany, was born at Halle, Upper Sax- 
ony, Feb. 23, 1685. He also proved to be a very precocious lad in the art of music, 



NOTES. 2:5 



much against the desire of his father. The Messiah is, perhaps, his best known 
work. He died on Good Friday (as he wished;, April 13, 1759. During his latter 
years he was totally blind. 

§ Page 91 — "O Howard, stricken in far Kherson dire." 

John Howard, who was a noted philanthropist, was born at Hackney, near Lon- 
don, about 1726, and died Jan. 20, 1790, at Kherson in Southern Russia, whither he 
had gone to alleviate the sufferings of his fellow-man in that plague-stricken city. 

II Page 91 -"So Luther, Knox, and other holy men." 

Martin Luther was born at Eisleben on Nov. 10, 14S.3. He first studied for the 
legal profession, but soon becoming absorbed in theology, abandoned the former 
for the latter and entered the Angustine convent at Urfurt, where he remained until 
after he was ordained a priest in 1507. Then he removed to Wittenberg, made 
famous by his labors there. riii|Ufstiuiiiibly Luther was the foremost one among 
the Protestant reformers dt tin- iiiUi icntury. He died in the latter part of Feb- 
ruary, 1546. — John Knox, tlie scntiish reformer, was born at Gifford Gate, a suburb 
of Haddington, Scotland, in I.'iIm. iie early arose to be the leader in the Reforma- 
tion in Scotland and inspired tlie creed of the original ( unftssiou of Faith of the 
Reformed Kirk of that country. His life was (.me lon-^ stinggle against tyranny, 
religious and political. Worn ont at last, after ace.nnplishing many needed re- 
forms, he died Nov. 2-1, 1572. It has been truly said of luni that -'he never feared 
the face of man,"" 

** Page91— " Ay, even from the Scottish Hebrides."" 

The Hebrides, or Western Islands, are those islands lying to the north and west 
of Scotland. 

1 1 Page 91—" And Kilda"s islands in the billowy seas.'" 

St. Kilda is a small island off the coast of Scotland and. with several islets, has 
an area from 3,000 to 4,000 square acres. 

XX Page 91— "To high Gibraltar, with his rock-bound coast." 
Gibraltar is a rocky promontory, three miles in leugth and three-fourths of a 
mile in average breadth, which forms the southern extremity of Spain, and with 
Abyla (now Ceuta) opposite, it was known to the ancients as the Pillars of Hercu- 
les, the then recognized western boundary of the world. Plicenician navigators 
called it Alube, which the Greeks transformed into the classic name of (Jalpe. 
After having many owners, it has eveutually fallen into the hands of Great Britain, 
who thereby commands the entrance to the Mediterranean Sea, as it is an impreg- 
nable fortress. 

§§ Page 91— "So, also reaching from the Northern Lights." 
The Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis) are those luminous phenomena 
which are seen in the northern heavens by people who live in Jiigh latitudes. 

II II Page 91 — "To soft Hesperia, with her summery nights,"' etc. 
Hesperia, proper, is the poetical name of Southern Italy. 

*** Page 91--" And Isles of Grsecia and the Delta-Nile."" 

The Isles of Greece lie mostly in the ^Egeau Sea, and are in groups called re- 
spectively the Cyclades (circling), the Sporades (scattered or sown) and the Ionian 
Islands.— The Delta of the Nile has a base of 150 miles on tiie Mediterranean coast 
and forms numerous streams, or outlets, to the Nile. 

* Page 92—" The Hope of Bethlehem was slowly borne."' 

The Hope of Bethlehem was Jesus of Nazareth, who was Ijorn in a manger at 
that place. 



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t Page 92—" Yet to this day, upon the Ganges " banks,'" etc. 

The Ganges is the sacred stream of the Hindoos, where they repair for devo- 
tional services. It was formerly their custom that, whenever a man died who 
could afford one or more wives, his body and personal property were burnt upon a 
funeral pyre, as a preliminary advent into the other world where Brahma reigns, 
who was himself created by the First Cause, and, with the help of the Pradshap- 
atis (the Lords or Creation) called into being every living creature. His priests 
(the Brahmins) have always been the ruling caste in India. In our own times 
Brahmanism has but few special devotees. 

i Page 92— "Tho' in thy wisdom. Christian Heber, thou." 

Reginald Heber, an English poet and second bishop of Calcutta, was born at 
Malpas, Cheshire, April 21, 17*^. Probably to him, more than to any one else, is due 
the extinction of those horrible practices of Paganism long in vogue among the 
Hindoos. He died April 3, 1826. 

. ^ Page 92— Joss- Deus. 
Joss is a deity to whom the Chinese pray for the deliverance from all evil and 
the attainment of all good. He is virtually their good and evil spirit in one.— Deus 
is the Latin name for God. 

il Page 92— "Who, like a Samson, dooms his enemies.'" 

Referring to the last incident of Samson"s career, wherein he overturned the 
temple of the Philistines, burying himself and his enemies in the ruins. 

* * Page 92—" A shaggy Leo, and a Hercules." 
Leo is the fifth sign of the zodiac— being a Lion. 

tt Page 92— Frea— Maia. 

The Anglo-Saxons and Lombards worshipped Freyja, the wife of Odin, under 
the name of Frea. She was the daughter of Niord, sister of Freyr, and goddess of 
Love. Friday is named after her.— .Maia was the mother of "Hermes, the cup- 
bearer and messenger of the gods. 

* Page 93— "Thou, O Ferrara, with thy blades of steel." 

Ferrara was a sword-maker of mediaeval times, who fashioned a particularly 
fine blade. 

t Page 93—" O cut in twain the binding Gordian-kuot."' 

A celebrated knot, the origin of which is as follows: When Gordius, a Phry- 
gian peasant, was once plowing in the fields, an eagle settled on the yoke of his 
oxen and remained there during the rest ol' the day. A prophetess of Telmissus 
hearing of this, told him to offer sacrifices to Zeus, which he did. Gordius after- 
wards married the prophetess, by whom he had a son, the famous Midas. Disturb- 
ances finally breaking out in Phrygia, the people sent messengers to the Delphic 
oracle, where they learned that a king would come to them in a car drawn by a 
yoke of oxen, who would restore peace. They returned home and while telling 
this to the people, Gordius opportunely happened upon the scene in this manner 
and was joyfully elected king. He thereupon dedicated his car and yoke to Zeus 
in the acropolis of Gordium, a city named after him, and tied the knot of the yoke 
so intricately that an oracle declared whoever should unloose it would be ruler 
of all Asia. When presented to Alexander the Great, that conqueror, instead of 
endeavoring to untie it, took his sword and cut it in two and thus applied the 
oracle to himself. 

t Page 93 -"O lend thy power, giant Atlas, now."' 

Atlas was one of the Titans and, according to Hesiod, the son of lapetus and 
Clymene, and brother of Menoitius, Prometheus and Epimetheus; but ApoUodorus 
states that he was the sou of Asia, and Hyginus, a son of .Ether and Gsea: his wife 



NOTES. 217 



being Pleone, daughter of Oceanus (or Hesperis. his niece), and was the father of 
the Pleiades. Because of his revolt, as leader of the Titans, against Zeus, he was 
eoudemned to bear the vault of heaven upon his shoulders as a punishment 
therefor. 

§ Page 93— "From over countries by the Caspian Sea." 
A large inland sea between Russia and Northwestern Asia. 

II Page 93—" Or as Sirocco, with his fatal breath." 

The Sirocco is a hot, moist wind, or tempest, which blows from the Libyan des- 
ert over the Mediterranean Sea to Sicily and Italy. It is very blighting in its 
effects. 

** Page 93— "Like waters swirling from the Maranon." 
Another name for the Amazon River in South America. 

ft Page 93— "Like spritely Ariel, or as happy Pan.'' 

Ariel is a sprite in Shakspeare's Midsummer' NighVs J) ream. —Pa.u, a son of 
Hermes (Mercury) by the daughter of Dryops, according to the common belief was 
the chief god of pastures, forests and fiocks among the Greeks. It is said that he 
even charmed the gods. He was fond of music and dancing, and was the inventor 
of Pan's pipe, or shepherd's lute. 

i i Page 93—" His Spartan courage scorns a failing free." 

It was the predominating trait of a Spartan to scorn and despise any one who 
was lacking in valorous principles, as expressed in word or deed. 

* Page 96— "And Healey,— Al'ric in his Gothic pride,-" etc. 

Alaric I. (in German Al-ric, i. e., all rich) belonged to a noble family among the 
Visigoths. History first mentions him in the year 394 A. 1). Alaric was the first 
enemy who succeeded in taking and sacking Kome. which thing he did on Aug. 24, 
410, and continued to pillage it for some time, but without the violation of women. 
In fact, he was more Chkistianized than any of his followers. He died at Cosenza, 
in Calabria, in 410, much to the relief of Italy and Sicily. 

t Page 96—" Like Grsecia's Cimon, or Themistocles." 

Cimon, an Athenian hero, was the son of Miltiades, the victor at Marathon. 
The former, in conjunction with Aristides, conducted several successful campaigns 
against the Persians, his hereditary foe. He died in 449 B. C, at the siege of a 
Cyprian town.- Themistocles, the great Athenian general and statesman, was born 
about 514 B. C. Through his sagacity and generalship the Greeks were enabled to 
win the glorious naval battle at Salamis. Being latterly outlawed by his country- 
men, he fled to the Persian court, and died in exile in 449 B. C. 

i Page 96—" Or that stern statesman, Athen's Pericles." 

Pericles, born early in the 5th century B. C, was the most accomplished states- 
man of ancient Greece. His father was Xanthippus, who defeated the Persians at 
Mycale, 479 B. C. It was Pericles who raised Greece to the very pinnacle of fame. 
He built the Parthenon and other public and sacred edifices. Lender his guidance 
Athens flourished as she never did before or after. Pericles died in the autumn of 
429 B. C. 

* Page 97—" But I'll Timoleon, in his freedom, be," etc. 

Timoleon was born at Corinth, in Greece, about 394 B. C, and was sent to liber- 
ate Syracuse, in Sicily, from the tyranny of Dionysius and the Carthaginians, which 
he did most gloriously, proving himself to be one of the greatest of Greek generals. 
After peace had been restored he lived in retirement in Sicily, beloved and honored 
by his fellow-citizens, dying in 337 or ;i35 B. C. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



* Page 98—" Who shines like Amon in yon setting sun." 

The god Ammon (No-Amon in the Old Testammt) was often confounded with 
the sun-god Ra. 

I Page 98—" As waves from over the ^Egean Sea," etc. 

The ^Egean Sea. or Grecian Archipelago, is an arm of the Mediterranean Sea, 
400 miles long, 200 miles broad, that lies between Greece and Asia Miuor, and is 
filled with fertile and picturesque islands. 

i Page 98—" Sweep over nearly Mauritania near." 

Mauritania was the ancient name of Morocco and the western portion of 
Algiers, deriving its name from its inhabitants, Mauri or MaurusH. It extended as 
far south as the Great Desert (Sahara), and east to the river Mulucha or Molo- 
chath, now the Muluya. 

§ Page 98— Hellespont— Xerxes. 

The Hellespont is the classic name of the Dardanelles, a narrow channel which 
connects the Sea of Marmora with the Grecian Archipelago. It is about forty miles 
long and from one to four miles wide. Xerxes crossed and re-crossed it in 480 B. C, 
at its narrowest limit, on a bridge of boats; but a storm nearly demolished them, 
which greatly hindered the Persian army's flight from Greece. Alexander the 
Great crossed the Hellespont at about the same point, in 3.34 B. C, when he entered 
Asia. 

II Page 98— "Or cyclones, swelling in the Indian Seas." 
Cyclones are quite frequent in the Indian Ocean. 

* Page 99—" He hurls him over a Parpeian rock." 

A rock within the confines of ancient Rome, on the western slope of the Capi- 
toline Hill, from which culprits were hurled into the wfiters below. 

t Page 98—" Another Barathrum and felon's wrack. 

The Barathrum was a machine of torture on which suspected criminals were 
made to confess their crimes. This barbarous custom was practiced by several 
of the semi-civilized nations of the ancient world. 

* Page 100—" And Jupiter the Liberator bland." 

It was customary among the Romans to give their great god, Jupiter, a title, 
such as Jupiter Victor (the Conqueror), etc. 

t Page 100— "While bright Orion gilds the western scene." 

Orion, in Greek mythology, was a gigantic hunter and said to be the handsom- 
est man in the world. The manner of his death is told variously. After his demise, 
Orion was placed with his hound among the stars, where they form the most mag- 
nificent constellation in the heavens. 

i Page 100— "And Hesper twinkles in her light afar." 
Hesper, or Hesperus, is the evening star. 

§ Page 1(X)— " And dear to pilgrims is that Polar Light." 

The North, or Polar, Star, wliich is supposed to stand due north and directly 
over the Northern Pole. 

II Page 100— "The Taurus Pleiads come before our view." 

The Pleiads are a group of six stars on the shoulder of Taurus, the second sign 
of the zodiac. It has been supposed that there were originally seven stars, but that 
one became lost from the constellation by some means— a not very unlikely occur- 
rence. 



NOTES. 219 



** Page 100— "And live eternal by Castalia's spring." 

Castalia, a fountain on the slope of Parnassus, a little above Delphi, in Phocis, 
sacred to Apollo and the Muses. It was the "holy water" of the Delphian tem- 
ple. — Ckainbers^ Encyclopaedia. 

* Page 101— Immortal Band— Elam. 

The Immortal Band was a kind of cavalry of ancient Persia, instituted by 
Cyrus the Great. — Elam was the Biblical name of Persia. 

t Page 101— "Or Charlemagne in all his empires old." 

Charlemagne, i. e., Charles the Great, was kiug of the Franks (768-814 A. D.) 
and Roman emperor (800-814 A. D.) He was born April 2, 742, likely at Aix-la- 
Chapelle, being the son of Pepin the Short, the first Carlovingiau king of the Franks. 
Charlemagne, although a conqueror, with all that name implies, was a very enlight- 
ened and progressive monarch. His death occurred Jan. 28, 814. 

i Page 101— "That gather' d, as they who on Tara's hight," etc. 

The author here refefs to the uprising of the Irish against the British govern- 
ment in 1798, when the place of rendezvous was on the hights of Tara, a great an- 
cestral gathering-place of that oppressed people. 

§ Page 101 — "O with thy music, charming Bartholdy." 

Felix Meudelssohn-Bartholdy, the famous musical composer, was born at 
Hamburg, Feb. 3, 1809, of Jewish parentage, his father being a convert to Christi- 
anity. His oratorios of St. Paul and Elijah are reckoned as his best works. Bar- 
tholdi died at Leipzig, Nov. 4. 1847. 

* Page 102— "Then did our Healey, on a Pherenes," etc. 
Pherenes was a fiery charger of antiquity. 

t Page 102—" He shamed us modern.s in an Ansterlitz," etc. 

Austerlitz is a small town of 3,500 inhabitants, in Moravia, situated on the Lit- 
tawa. It is celebrated as the place where Napoleon Bonaparte, in December, 1805. 
gained a great victory over the combined forces of Austria and Russia, commanded 
by their respective emjjerors. 

i Page 102— "Yea, on this Flodden of the trampled lea." 

The battle of Flodden was fought Sept. 9, 1513, between James IV., king of 
Scotland, and the Earl of Surrey, lieutenant general of the northern counties of 
England. The battle proved very disastrous to both sides, neither being able to 
resume hostilities the next day. It is said that the Scottish army numbered 100,000 
men and the English only 32,000. While the loss of the former amounted to from 
8,000 to 10,000, besides the kiug, the Archbishop of St. Andrews and twelve earls, 
the latter lost but (5,000 or 7,000; yet Surrey's victory was so dearlv bought that it 
seemed a veritable defeat. "Scarce a Scottish family of eminence but had an 
ancestor killed at Flodden," writes Sir Walter Scott. Flodden Hill, on which the 
fighr toi.k place, is the last and lowest eminence of the Cheviot Hills toward the 
northeast. 

§ Page 102—" And just as glorious as Caerleon's old." 

Caerleon, i. e.. Castle of the Legion, was a small and ancient town in Mon- 
mouthshire, situated on the right bank of the Usk and two miles northeast of 
Newport, which is the Isca Silurum of the Romans, and is considered to have been 
the capital of the Roman province of Britannia Secunda, now Wales, and the res- 
idence of King Arthur. It was also the seat of an ancient archbishopric. 

II Page 102—" Or when, in Lyonesse, King Arthur fought," etc. 
Lyouesse was a place wherein, it is said, King Arthur fell while waging a de- 
cisive battle with his nephew Modred, who had revolted against him. Sorely smit- 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



ten, Arthur orders his sword, Excaliber, to be thrown into the lake near by, and 
then is carried upon the shoulders of good Sir Bedivere, one of the twelve knights 
of his Round Table, to a mysterious barge that conveys him to the Isle of Avill- 
ion, where he might be healed of his wounds. 

* Page 103— "As poet-legends of the Holy Grail." 

Sir Galahad, another knight-errant of Arthur's court, conceived the idea of 
searching for and finding the Holy Grail, or the cup of the Eucharist, out of which 
our Lord drank at the Last Supper. Sir Galahad devoted his life to this object. 

RE-UNIOX. 

*+ Page 104— "Thro" Thrasabulus. Who was her devoted friend." 
Referring to Thrasabulus, or Thrasybulus, the Athenian general, who delivered 
his native city. from the rule of the Tiiirtt Tyrants and restored its ancient con- 
stitution, at the same time wresting the supremacy over Greece from Sparta, that 
the latter had held for a time (403 B. C.) 

i Page 104—" Thy Healey"s watching from his glowing natal star." 
It was a common belief in the olden time that every one (especially distin- 
guished personages) were born under the influences of some particular stars or 
planets, and that these luminaries served as i)remonitory agents of their lives. 

§ Page 104— "Were beating loudly on some dragon's fang." 

Formerly it was a superstition among a certain class of people that spirits em- 
ployed a dragon's fang as a gong, for the purpose of sounding their warnings to 
mortals. 

II Page 104 -"Like Cleopatra, ruling crowds in state." 

Cleopatra was a celebrated queen of Egypt, who has been regarded as the most 
beautiful woman of all times. Her amours with Julius Csesar and Mark Antony 
need not be mentioned here. To avoid being led to Rome as a captive by Octavius, 
after the disastrous battle of Actium, she allowed an asp to sting her to death. 

* * Page 104—" Or famed Semiramis, in Niu'veh praised."' 

Semiramis was a queen of Assyria, famous for her beauty and talents.— Nine- 
veh was the capital of Assyria and excited the wonder and admiration of the an- 
cients by its greatness and splendor. 

** Page 106—" Mithras hath justly answer'd," etc. 

Mithras, the highest of the twenty-eight second-class divinities of the early 
Persian Pantheon, was the Genius of the Sun and ruler of the universe, being 
all-seeing and all-hearing, and the protector and supporter of man in this life and 
the next. 

tt Page 109— "And drink our fortunes in these Bacchanalia free.'" 
Bacchanalia (from Bacchus, the God or Wine) are noisy festivals, which are 
in keeping with the character of the deity in whose name they are held. 

X t Page 110—" Is from our Healey, living but to bless." 

Verily it is that he who struggles for the rights of man bestows a blessing upon 
posterity that it can only repay but by keeping its inheritance inviolate from the 
oppressor's rod. 

elegy on the death of eric. 

* Page 111—" Sweet Philomela sings her nightly song." 
Philomela is the nightingale. 

t Page 111—" Veil Luna's count'nance in the blue expanse." 
Luna, in mythology, is the moon. 



NOTES. 



t Page 112— •• Rear'd as a Dryad," etc. 

The Dryads were an inferior order of deities in the Grecian mythology. They 
were considered the guardians of the larger kinds of forest trees. 

§ Page 113—" Great gifts beyond the dreamer's sanguine hope." 
It is .said that Solomon, when he became king of Israel, prayed to God to give 
him only wisdom that he could rule wisely his people; and in granting this re- 
quest, Jehovah gave him in addition great wealth, power and glory, which dazzled 
even the eyes of those who were accustomed to such opulence. 

II Page 113—" Is Lincoln's Star within our Western World." 
The life of Abraham Lincoln furnishes another eloquent example of an ambi- 
tions spirit battling with adverse fortune and finally surmounting all difficulties in 
his upward march to fame, that will be the pride and glory of his country through- 
out succeeding ages. 

** Page 116— Solon— Lycurgus. 

Solon was the most famous of the Athenian law-givers, and to him was Athens 
indebted for her laws which, if not perfect, were perhai>s tlir lust that could have 
been desired under the circumstances. He was born .iIkjiu tiiis H. <;., the date of 
his death being uncertain. Solon was classed among the seven wise men of 
Greece.— Lycurgus, the Spartan law-giver, has a history so mythical that it seems 
unreasonable : yet, withal, he gave Sparta laws that existed for many centuries. 
He flourished about 800 B. C. 

tt Page 116— "Or Wisdom's body of Colossal minds," etc. 
Any thing great is colossal, and what has been greater than the intellect com- 
posing the Continental Congress? 

ii Page 117— "The world hath never out of greater fame," etc. 

Apropos of this statement, here is a quotation from a speech delivered by the 
Earl of Chatham in the House of Lords, Jan. 20, 1775, in favor of the removal of 
the British troops from Boston : " For myself," said he, " I must declare and avow, 
that, in all my reading and observation, and it has been my favorite study,— I have 
read Thucydides, and have studied and admired the master states of the world— 
that, for solidity of reasoning, force of sagacity, and wisdom of conclusion, under 
such a complication of difficult circumstances, no nation or body of men can 
stand in preference to the general Congress at Philadelphia." 

S § Page 117—" Ko: here we see a TuUy in an one," etc. 

Patrick Henry, whose magnificent oration, closing with the words, " Give me 
liberty, or give me death," has never been surpassed.— Tully was Marcus TuUius 
Cicero, the great Koman orator. 

II I Page 117— "A Coeur-de-Lion in another sou," etc. 

General Anthony Wayne, the hero of Stony Point. — Cteur-de-Lion (Lion 
Hearted) was Richard III., of England. 

1 Page 117— "A dying Hampden of our "Starry Flag," etc. 

General Joseph Warren, who fell at the battle of Bunker Hill, mortally 
wounded.— John Hampden, the English patriot, received a death wound in the 
fight at Chalgrove Field in 1643. 

2 Page 117— "A great O'Connell," etc. 

John Adams, the second President of the United States.— Daniel O'Connell, a 
gifted son of Ireland, was a brilliant orator and sturdy defender of the rights of 
his unfortunate country. 



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3 Page 117— '-A dariug Wallace, tho' of roughen'd tongue," etc. 

Eathen Allen, who, on the 10th of May, 1775, " surprised Ticonderoga with a 
handful of Green Mountain boys, and demanded its surrender 'in the name of the 
great Jehovah and the Continental Congress.' The fortress yielded."— Sir Will- 
iam Wallace was a great Scotch hero. 

4 Page 117— "At Valley Forge, thro" heavy snows, to die," etc. 

The sufferings of the Contini^ntal Army under Washington at Valley Forge 
are familiar to every reader of American history. 

5 Page 117—" At sultry Monmouth and the Braudywine." 

The battle at Brandy wine Creek was fought Sept. 11, 1777; that at Monmouth, 
June 28, 1778. 

6 Page 117— "And Yorktown saw their glorious valor shine," etc. 
Yorktown was the final place to which Lord Cornwallis was compelled to retire, 

and where he was besieged by the combined French and American forces, surren- 
dering Oct. 19, 1781. 

7 Page 118— "And check'd his bragging with a triumph then." 

It was customary wth Cornwallis to boast about " bagging the fox," in refer- 
ring to Washington and his army ; but the set-back he received at Yorktown for ever 
put a quietus upon him. 

8 Page 118— "With Herod"s, blackness to the latest day." 

Herod the Great, who was confirmed king of Judea by Augustus, is remem-- 
bered only for his cruelties and oppressions. It was he who ordered the murder of 
the infants at Bethlehem, thinking that he might thereby cause the death of Jesus. 

Page 118— Judas— Arnold. 

Judas Iscariot has come down to us through history as the betrayer of the Son 
OF Man for thirty pieces of silver.— Benedict Arnold, for his treachery to the Amer- 
ictiu cause, has been styled a Judas. 

10 Page 118— "Demosthenes, who scornd the bid," etc. 

Demosthenes, the great Athenian orator, was a thorough patriot who, through 
his splendid oratory, strove to arouse his apathetic countrymen against the mach- 
inations of Philip of Macedon, father of Alexander the Great. His Philijjpics are 
marvels of fiery invective and oratorical power. 
interlude. 

* Page 120— "A strong Goliath in his mail." 

The famous Goliath, whom David slew with pebbles from a brook, was a native 
of Gath, one of the five chief cities of the Philistines. Goliath was of a gigantic 
stature. 

+ Page 121— "The Ottoman of far Stamboul." 

Constantinople is called Stamboul or Istamboul by the Turks. It was originally 
called Byzantium. The Emperor Constautine made it his capital in 330 A. D., the 
Turks taking it in 14.53.— Ottoman, or Osmauli, is the proper name of the Turk. 

i Page 121— "The princes of Ashantee black." 

Ashantee, or Ashanti, is a negro kingdom in Western Africa, on the north of 
the Gold Coast. The natives are a sanguinary race, though very intelligent. 

§ Page 122 -"Pass underneath this hated thing," etc. 

It was the custom of many conquerors of the olden time to make the nations 
whom they overcame to pass beneath a huge yoke as indicative of their utter sub- 
mission to the former's rule. 



NOTES. 223 



I Page 122— Tasso. 

Torquato Tasso, author of Oerusalemme Liberata, a heroic record of the con- 
quest of Jerusalem by the Crusaders under Godfrey of Bouillon, was one of the 
greatest poets of Italy. He was born at Sorrento, in Naples, March 11, 1544, and 
died April 25, 1595. 

** Page 123—" From ' neath a Bishop's garments white." 

Cardinal Thomas Wolsey was born in 1471 at Ipswich, county of Suffolk, En- 
gland. He was the son of a butcher. Through craftiness and what not he suc- 
ceeded in raising himself and virtually became the ruler of England under Henry 
VIII. However, he fell into disfavor at last and was stripped of all his honors. 
He died in November, 1530. Wolsey had held the offices of dean, bishop, arch- 
bishop and cardinal altogether. 

MISCELLANEOUS. 

THE COMRADE BRAVE. 

* Page 127. 

The Comrade Brave was written at the age of 16. 

THE OCEAN WAVE. 

* Page 131. 

The Ocean Wave was written at 16. 

BUNKER HILL. 

* Page 133. 

Bunker Hill was written at 16. 

•t Page 1:33—" While America's weak army so bravely did stand." 
The American army, under Colonel William Prescott, only numbered 1,000 
men, whereas the British, led by Sir William Howe, had 3,000 in their assaulting 
columns on that memorable 17th day of June, 1775. Over 1,000 Britons fell in the 
engagement, while the American loss was but 145. 

i Page i;34— " So grand stood the warriors on Bunker's green crest." 
It is a misnomer to call this fight the battle of Bunker Hill, seeing that it in 
reality occurred on Breed's Hill, which was nearer Boston. At first the Americans 
intended to throw up redoubts on the former hill, but through a mistake on the 
part of somebody the latter was chosen as the battle-ground. 

NEIGHBOR HODGSON'S WEDDING-DAY. 

* Page 138—" Still Hodgson is a Stoic tight." 

The Stoics were a sect of ancient moralists, founded by Zeno, of Cittium, in 
Cyprus, who were opposed to the Epicureans in their views of life. Their system 
was derived from that of the Cynics, whose founder, Antisthenes, was a disciple 
of Socrates. The Stoic doctrine, summed up, is an indifference to pleasure or 
pain. 

II Page 143— "He's full of Faerae Queenes and loves." 

In the ages of superstition many people believed that there were numerous 
fairies with beautiful queens. Edmund Spenser sings of them in his Faery 
Queen. 

X Page 145— "Imagines this, the Country Jake." 

"Country Jake" is a vulgar phrase, common with some people, to denote a 
rustic, or one who lives in the country and is unused to city ways and manners. 



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§ Page 152— "To th' land of Somnns is he going." 
Somnus is sleep. 

;| Page 161—" ' Tis like tlie bawling Murphyites." 

Francis Murphy, the great temperance advocate, has giiined many followers in 
his line of reform. 

** Page 162— "Return they to t^e Ribbonites." 

The Ribbonites were a temperance baud some years ago whose members wore 
a blue ribbon as an insignia of their faith. 

* * Page 163—" The aeraphoue has done it ' brown.' " 

The seraphone is an invention by Thomas A. Edison, the great electrician, 
which can repeat any sound with precision that is made near it. The phonograph, 
however, is meeting with more success nowadays than the seraphone. 

ti Page 163—" 'Two Forty's! ' yelled in the fun." 

Two Forty, or 2:40, was considered fast time for horses by our forefathers; 
hence the expression became colloquial. 

§§ Page 163— "Say, taketh Blue Glass when you're under," etc. 

Blue Glass was a "fad" or "craze" among many people some ten or twelve 
years ago, who believed that the rays of the sun passing through blue glass would 
cure rheumatism and kindred diseases. 

it II Page 164—" Something alike the Potter famed." 

The Potter investigating committee was a very sensational affair several years 
back, proving a veritable nightmare to a certain statesman, now deceased. 

1 Page 164—" When in a Madame Restell's claw." 

Madame Restell was a notorious character for many years, who fattened off the 
virtue of others. 

2 Page 16.J— " Set up a Mrs. Jenks to sight." 

Mrs. Jenks, a dashing widow on the shady side of life, was employed as a clerk 
in one of the Government departments when she became mixed up in the Potter 
investigation. 

3 Page 165— "All sects and creeds in Cupid's eye." 

Cupid, or the Greek Eros, was the God of Love, who, produced without par- 
ents, was therefore one of the first of beings. Yet, however, some held that he 
was an offspring of Earth and Heaven. He is always represented as a rosy, 
plump-cheeked boy armed with bows and arrows. 

4 Page 167— "It Is Delmonico's superb." 
Delmonico is a famous restaurateur of New York City. 

5 Page 168—" Let old Belshazzar be outvied." 

Belshazzar, or Belsazar, was the last king of the Chaldaean dynasty that reigned 
in Babylon. He was overthrown by Cyrus the Great and " his kingdom passed 
away," as foretold by Daniel, who deciphered the mysterious writing on the wall 
which warned the monarch of his impending doom. 

6 Page 168—" Or ' splurge ' of Eighty Lord and dame," etc. 

Mrs. Hicks, now known to the world as Mrs. Hicks-Lord, wedded Mr. Lord (hei 
second old husband) when he was 80 odd years old. 



7 Page 168— "Drew's Ribbouites' quality." 

JoBn W. Drew appeared to be a great leader among the Blue Ribbouites about 
twelve years ago. 

8 Page 168— "A lover's joy in Mexico. " 

Travelers say that many young people of the Mexican Republic indulge freely 
in the social glass, and that it is no uucommou thing to see two lovers (senor and 
senorita) the worse for li(iuor, which ends in a beastly state of intoxication. 

A THANKSGIVING ODE. 

* Page 173 -"To noble Cere's evermore." 

Ceres (among the Greeks Demeter, daughter of Chronos or Saturn) was sym- 
bolical of the growth of grain. The Greeks and Romans worshipped her with 
harvest songs and festivals. 

+ Page 176— "Did captive Israel, while in Goshen's land," etc. 
Goshen was the territory to which the children of Israel were relegated during 
their sojourn in Egypt. 

t Page 176— "Did suffering victims to a Carthage, too," etc. 
The Carthaginians made a practice of offering human beings as sacrifices to 
their god Moloch. 

THE STRIPE AND STAR. 

* Page 183— " Her /Egis.o'er your fires." 

^gis was the shield that Vulcan made for Hercules." 

t Page 183— "Of Roman climes and Roman might," etc. 
The golden eagle was also au emblem of the Romans. 

O BRYANT. 

* Page 187— "When sounds thy battle-hymn." 
Alluding to Bryant's thrilling poem. Our Country's Call. 

t Page 188—" Yet thou'lt accept them, Sire," etc. 

Bryant was regarded with exceeding veneration by the public. 

X Page 188—" 'When sous of Poesy came," etc. 

Many an one has it been that William CuUen Bryant aided with help and coun- 
sel, which served to start them on an honorable career of usefulness and pros- 
perity. 

§ Page 189— "May sing what we have wrote." 

When a child the author has often listened attentively to the wonderful stories 
that were told by older persons of angel choirs singing human anthems in praise 
of God while winging their flight in mid-air during the (juiet hours of night. 

B Page 190— "The Death of Flowers, behold." 

In reference to Bryant's beautiful poem entitled The Death of the Flowers. 

** Page 190— "Recall thy Thanatos to mind,'' etc. 

Thanatopsis. a Latin term meaning "A view of Death," or "Reflectious on 
Death," is a noble poem by Bryant, written at 18 years of age. 

1 1 Page 190—" And Song Beyond the Stars.'" 

Bryant's Song of the Stars is a magnificent production. 



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OUR FALLEN BRAVE. 

* Page 194— "A Theseus-legion ' gainst miserable crime." 

Theseus was a celebrated personage in the heroic period of Greece, who pos- 
sessed great valor, strength and chivalry, and, like Hercules, performed many mar- 
velous exploits. The legend usually makes him the son of .Egeus, king of Athens, 
by JEthra, daughter of Pittheus, king of Troezen. He consolidated the twelve petty 
commonwealths of Attica, founded the Isthmian games and many other institu- 
tions, and was the promoter of every good action and a terror of every bad one. 

t Page 194—" There's where the first heroes did fall." 

That is, in a battle between the North and the South ; but the first blood of the 
war was spilt in the streets of Baltimore on April 19, 1861 (the anniversary of the 
fight at Lexington in 1T7.5,) when the Sixth Massachusetts Regiment was attacked 
by a furious mob. The battle of Bull Run, or Manassas, was fought on Sunday, 
.July 21, 1861, resulting in the complete rout of the Union forces. 

X Page 194— "Then there is the Seven Days" Fight," etc. 

This fight occurred in 1862 as follows: Williamsburg, May 5; Fair Oaks or 
Seven Pines, May 31: .Mechanicsville, June 26; Gaines's Farm. June 27; Savage's 
Station, June 29; Glendale or Frazier's Farm, June 30; Malvern Hill, July 1. 

§ Page 195—" Did Shiloh her terrors uprear." 
This battle was fought March 14 and 15, 1862. 

II Page 196—" Where famous Chantilly," etc. 
Fought Sept. 2, 1862. 

** Page 196— "When giant Antietam assumes," etc. 

The battle of Antietam, or Sharpsburg, took place Sept. 17, 1862. 

tt Page 196— "At Fredericksburg, all shockingly steep'd," etc. 
Fought Dec. 13, 1862. 

i X Page 196—" And Chancellorsville can infallibly show," etc. 
A great battle, fought on the 2d and 3d of May, 1863. 

§ § Page 197— Gettysburg. 

This terrible engagement occurred July 1, 2 and 3, 1863. 

FRAGMENTS. 

* Page 199— "No North, no South, no East, no West," etc. 
The author has adapted these four lines from the following: 

" Hurrah 1 Hurrah! It shakes the wave, 

It thunders on the shore, — 
One flag, one land, one heart, one hand. 

One Nation evermore ! " 

QUATRAINS. 

* Page 201—" Before thy Pegasus hath fame," etc. 

Pegasus, as here used, is the horse of the Muses, which is a modern as well as 
an erroneous idea. Originally Pegasus, in Greek mythology, was a winged horse 
that arose with Chrysaor from the blood of the Gorgon Medusa, when she was slain 
by Perseus. He afterwards ascended to heaven where, it was said, he carried the 
lightning and thunder of Zeus. * 



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ADDENDA. 



§ Page 16— "Yes! curses nine upon his head,"' etc. 

This was a favorite mode of expression among the ancients when anathematiz- 
ing any one who incurred their displeasure. 

§§ Page 70— "Thafs flll'd with Belial's damned ghost." 

Belial was the Spirit of Evil among the Jews, who corresponds in some par- 
ticulars with the Greek Pluto, the ruler of darkness in the underworld. Belial is a 
Hebrew word, signifying wickedness, or idle and unprofitable employments. 

On page 84, in the last line but one from the bottom, the author should have 
said, 

"Now sate his thirsting for red Moloch's god." 

In Canto LVII.. on page 153, the first line should read: 
" For hours lay our Hodgson there." 

The author had it in mind to say (but did not), on page 196, in the fourth line 
of the first canto, the following: 

" Uplifteth her bloody, red crest." 

There is a slight chronological transposition in regards to the Skven Days' 
Fight before Richmond and the battle of Shilnh, or Pittsburgh Landing, which 
the author thought hardly nece.ssary to rectify, since either way would serve his 
purpose as well. 







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